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Initiation
By Jennifer Doalfer
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
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Introduction.

It has been a while since I have used my diaries as source material for publishing. As some of you might know I like stories which are either real experiences, mostly truthfully translated and rewritten with publication in mind, or they are fantasies prompted by real events, showing in which direction my secret desires lie.

I have decided to dig out the oldest stories from my diary and rewrite them. The old diaries are fun to read, and they make it possible for me to relive today those experiences, but they were not written in a very reader-friendly way. They refer to things that are obvious only to me and they don't explain background or characters. All these I am adding as I am translating and rewriting. The down-side to that is the impression is not really that of an innocent, inexperienced young girl. I know some of you would have liked that, but I don't think I can do that faithfully. The stories would sound false. I think it is better that I write it the way I do today, and that you know the background behind the writing of these stories.

What I intend to write about this time, is based upon my first sexual experiences. During one summer vacation I had three relationships, if you can call them that, which as first impressions usually do, probably did a lot to shape my later desires. Apart from some dialogue and elaboration of the actual scenes, the experiences are basically true.

Chapter One

My girlfriend Mary-Ann's parents had a summer cottage in northern Jutland, the peninsula which makes up the main part of Denmark. The cottage was situated in a plantation area close to the west coast. Three other cottages were within sight and belonged to other parts of the family. Mary-Ann's father was a retired sea captain who taught at the Merchant Navy School in Copenhagen. During the school holidays he would be at the cottage, while Mary-Ann's mother still worked in Copenhagen, only being able to take two weeks vacation in the cottage. Mary-Ann and I used to spend most of our summer vacations in the cottage with her dad, only interrupted by my mandatory vacation with my parents.

That spring Mary-Ann had had her first sexual relationship and felt far superior to me, who despite being desperate for a similar experience hadn't found the right opportunity. We had both developed a lot during the last year, which was made very obvious when I tried on my bikini before going. My mother insisted I could definitely not wear the tanga bikini from last year and went shopping with me for one that was more decent. This seemed to satisfy her, but I still managed to slip the old one along with me, which I felt would make me more sexually attractive, which was what I was aiming to be that summer.

At this point my only experiences were with guys fumbling with my breasts during parties, and some heavy petting with a guy from my class at a sleepover party. Neither was very satisfying. I was, however, becoming very aware of the attention I got from the older guys at parties. They were all falling over themselves to be with Mary-Ann and me. I think the guy Mary-Ann had been with had told his friends, who now all saw her as an easy prey. Seeing I was her best friend and always with her, they probably thought the same of me. At the last couple of parties before the summer vacation, I had been chased by several rather attractive guys a couple of years older than me, who, I could feel from their erections when we danced, would very happily have initiated me into the wonders of sex. But, for me the situation was never right. I didn't want to get Mary-Ann's reputation, and I felt the guys were not going for me, but just for an easy conquest.

When we arrived at Lykken, as the place was called, I decided to let go of any hesitations. There was nobody here that I knew, and I wanted to have experienced a sexual relationship before going back to school, so I wouldn't be desperate, and go with just anybody and be sorry later.

I remember that summer as being one of the warmest and sunniest summers for years in Denmark. We spent practically every day at the beach or at least in the sun. When there were northerly winds the sand would blow parallel with the beach, and it was better to spend the day sunbathing at the dunes outside the cottage, and only go to the beach for swimming. We soon found a number of good friends that we saw when we went to the campsite disco in the evenings. We were only about one kilometre away from a large camping site, mostly occupied by Germans, but also with a lot of Swedes, Norwegians and Dutch people.

Before long Mary-Ann had found herself a boyfriend, with whom she spent quite a lot of time. I could have joined in along with his friends, but they were a rather rowdy lot who didn't really much appeal to me. I soon knew she had slept with him. Sleeping is perhaps not the right word, because she didn't bring him back to the cottage, and she didn't stay over in his tent, rather they seemed to disappear to the beach area during the evenings at the disco, or go into the plantation with a couple of towels during the time we were at the beach.

It was close to being unbearable for me. She kept talking about how fantastic he was, how big his dick was, where they had done it and so on. Also she was quite openly masturbating at night without bothering to hide it for me (we shared the same room in the cottage). I had tried to do it as well, but felt really uncomfortable with Mary-Ann present. At that time I had never experienced an orgasm.

After some time, however, I slowly started getting interested in one guy. His name was Jorgen and he was half-Danish and half-German. He was not a guest at the campsite, but he was the son of the owner. He worked summers as an attendant, but unlike the other attendants, being his father's son, he had time available as he only did the tasks which he liked, and he didn't want to work on the evenings when the disco was open.

I had felt his attraction to me one evening when he was actually serving in the bar at the disco. He was being very friendly and chatty with me, and went out of his way to be the one to serve me. I felt flattered by his attention, but didn't think any more of it, as I was looking for a guy to be with for the evening, who potentially could be with me for more of the vacation, and I didn't see how an employee at the campsite would have the time available. However, maybe because I knew (or thought) he wasn't a prospect, I was more relaxed towards his advances and maybe teased him a little by bending over the bar, knowing he was looking at my half-exposed breasts, and laughing when he actually commented on them. I almost felt sorry that he was 'only' a worker at the site, because he was attractive, witty and obviously very interested in me.

At some point he appeared at my table, now dressed casually (not in the campsite yellow T-shirt), asking if he could sit with me. Mary-Ann was off dancing, and I was trying to fend off her friends who thought they could all fondle me the way they did her, so I was very pleased to say yes.

"I really like your dress," he said, "even though there isn't much of it. Or, maybe, on the other hand, that is exactly why I like it."

I blushed, feeling silly with the way I had treated him at the bar. The dress was indeed rather small. It was a very short, loose, flowery summer dress with bare arms and a funny large collar which half hid the fact that it was open down the front to below the breasts. It was quite decent, but was also very easy to slip aside or to appear to fall open when I wanted it to. Right now I definitely didn't as I felt his eyes peer down my front. I looked down and saw that the collar was open, revealing half of a sun-tanned breast, only just hiding my nipple. I quickly pulled it shut, blushing even more.

"I have noticed you and your friend here the other nights. Where are you staying? I haven't seen you at the campsite, even though I have tried to look for you."

"Why, have you been looking for me?", I asked. I guess I knew, but he said it in such a seemingly artless manner, as though I had dropped something and he was looking for me so he could return it.

"Well," he said, with a slight hesitation, "first because I think you are very attractive. Secondly because I have seen you with your girlfriend the last couple of nights and it seemed like you might want some different company, which I would love to provide."

I had stopped blushing, but I loved every word he said.

"You are quite right, I would be happy with some different company, but how can you get time for that when you work here?" I had to get this sorted out. I would love to be 'entertained', but I couldn't see how he could manage that.

"I only work when I want to. My dad owns the campsite. I am here, mostly on vacation, but when I am bored I help out. With you I am sure I wouldn't be bored, so I just wouldn't work when we could be spending time together."

I felt silly again. My little-rich-girl background was letting me down again. As long as he was 'just' a worker, I couldn't see myself with him. But now it was okay. Something clicked inside me. I grew all warm, knowing this was the guy I wanted for the summer.

"Well," I said coyly, "what can you do to entertain me?"

"First you can dance with me," he smiled and he stood up. I was aware of his eyes on my front again as he pulled me up by my hand and the front slipped open once more.

I had mixed reactions. My first reaction was to pull it closed. On the other hand, it was probably this dress which had first attracted his attention. If it was the view of my half-exposed breasts that had got him interested in me, then I should probably let him look. I had, after all, chosen to go dancing in this dress especially because I knew it was rather revealing, so why, all of a sudden, was I suddenly being shy about it?

We talked as we danced, about Mary-Ann, my school, his own studies. He was two years older than me and was studying law at the university. He was going to be here for another month before going south with a couple of friends for two weeks mountain climbing. A quick mental calculation revealed that he would leave a few days before my parents came to get me for our vacation in Norway. I guess that was good enough.

We spent most of the evening talking and dancing and before long I was totally gone. I was just so afraid that I wasn't making the right impression, and that there was going to be nothing after this. But it didn't seem that I had any need to worry. During the slow dances, I let him move in close. I felt hot, my dress clinging to me. I wished he would kiss me, touch me or something, anything to give me a chance of not rejecting him so he would know I was willing to go further than just dancing with him.

At one point during a close dance I was sure I felt a hardness in his shorts. I purposely stayed close, even when he appeared to attempt to move away. When the dance ended we continued dancing slow even though the next song was a faster one. But he moved a little away from me looking down at me.

"You are just so pretty," he said, looking at me as if wondering where I had suddenly come from. "I don't understand how you could have been here a whole week, and not ended up with one of Mary-Ann's friends."

I knew he was looking down my front again. I had to go for the kill .

"That's because I haven't found anybody like you - until now." I couldn't believe I had found the courage to say that.

He smiled and pulled me close again. This time there was no doubt about what was digging into me. He wasn't trying to hide it any more. I lifted my face and looked at him with the look which girls have and which means kiss me, now. He did. Not just a small friendly kiss, but a hot, searching kiss, which soon turned into a heavy, tongue kiss which I eagerly returned. His hands were at the side of my breasts, the thumbs getting close to my nipples. I wanted them properly on my breasts, but didn't know how to get him to do it, without it seeming too obvious. However, when it was almost closing time, he pulled us apart and looked at me.

"Jenny, I am going to see you again after this, aren't I?"

I would have begged for it on my knees.

"I would like that very much," I said.

He looked relieved. I put my arms around his neck, but stayed at a distance so he could still look at me. He had a dreamy look on his face. He just kept looking at me.

"Please," he said, "let me go to sleep with this picture in my head."

I thought he was just thinking about me in general, but suddenly he put a finger on my lips as if hushing me. He ran his finger lightly over my lips and I kissed the finger back. Then his thumb ran down over my chin, down my neck down between the two collars and between my breasts. I looked down to see what he was doing, but didn't stop him. I guess he was waiting to see if I was going to, but we were in a corner, me with my back to the dance floor, which was practically empty by now. Quickly he moved his thumb to the side, sweeping the material away from my breast, running his thumb under my now exposed breast towards the outside of it, forcing the material completely away. I gasped as I looked down and saw how exposed I was. He looked at me to see my reaction, but all he saw was my own dreamy expression, definitely not wanting to stop him. His thumb now ran up the outside of my breast, and once he was sure the material stayed to the side, he let his thumb slide inwards, touching the nipple which was rapidly stiffening. He finally grabbed my breast with his whole hand and pulled me in close while he squeezed it. It just felt so good. I happily let him rub his hard dick against me as we kissed. We only stopped when the bright lights came on. He quickly covered my exposed breast and looked all guilty.

"I'm sorry," he said with an embarrassed expression. "I couldn't help it."

"Don't worry, I couldn't help letting you do it" I smiled back at him.

He followed me all the way back to the path that led to the cottage. Mary-Ann was just kissing her friend Soren goodbye. He had his hand on her bum under her skirt, but she didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about it when we came along and saw them. Jorgen gave me another kiss goodbye, but we didn't feel like displaying our feelings in front of Mary-Ann and Soren, so we kept it a decent one.

"When will I see you again?" I said, wanting to make sure the question was asked before we split.

"The sooner the better, but I have promised to work tomorrow. I can change that for future days, but not for tomorrow with such short notice, but I will be here at the disco again tomorrow, and I will only work until you come. Is that okay?" he asked, as though that might not be good enough.

"Yes, that is fine, but I would like it if we could be together at the beach sometime. It gets very boring around Mary-Ann and her friends."

"Sure, I will change my schedule, so I have nothing on for the next couple of days. And I will only work when you, for some reason, haven't got time."

With that promise and a final little kiss I ran after Mary-Ann who had already started walking down the path ahead of me.

Chapter Two

I spend a sleepless night dreaming of Jorgen and listening to Mary-Ann's uninhibited masturbating under her sheet.

The next day we stayed at the cottage because of the wind. With none of Mary-Ann's friends around I enjoyed the opportunity to go around topless. Not that I usually mind that, but her friends were not the least shy about commenting on my breasts and staring at them, to the extent that I found it quite annoying.

Around the cottage there was only Mary-Ann's dad, Harry, who had, however, been seeing us topless all our lives, so I thought that didn't really matter. A combination of the wind and my thoughts of the night before, however, kept my nipples in a constant state of erection, which I became suddenly aware that Harry had noticed as well. I guess it's one thing in small kids with flat chests or even small teenage buds, which in previous years hadn't seemed to bother him, but now I noticed him looking away whenever I saw him looking at me, as if he felt guilty staring at me. It was a strange sensation. He was obviously old enough to be my father, but the thought that I was able to walk around, not having to hide or feel shy, and still have him watch my breasts, actually excited me more than I would ever had thought possible, if anybody had asked me.

Mary-Ann was extremely nosy about Jorgen.

"Tell me more about last night. Why are you so secretive? I have told you everything about Soren, why can't you tell me about Jorgen?"

"There really isn't anything to tell," I tried to convince her. "We danced, kissed a bit and had a good time."

"Didn't he try to grab your tits or anything?" she wanted to know.

"Yeah, a little." I didn't want to tell her more than that.

"Soren can't keep his hands off my breasts," she said half in a dream and half boasting. "He doesn't even care if his friends are watching. It seems like he likes to let them watch my breasts when he plays with them. Even though they have all seen them at the beach, it is something else when he is showing them off. It just makes me so excited that I can't wait until he takes me outside for a quick fuck on the beach. Last night we went outside twice in one evening. The first time he could hardly wait until we were at the beach. He is so impatient when he gets really excited."

She was already getting off again from telling the story. I don't know if she told me to boast or to revive the memory of the evening.

I was wondering what I would do if Jorgen wanted to take me to the beach. I didn't really think I would have liked my first time to be a quick fuck on the beach, but I wouldn't have minded trying it some time. I was dreaming, dozing off while Mary-Ann kept talking.

The evening finally arrived. Harry had made a fantastic dinner, and been liberal with the wine and the drinks, so we were already quite tipsy when we arrived at the disco. Mary-Ann was quite happy to be late, as she thought it fun to tease Soren a bit, but I was worried about Jorgen. I didn't want him to think I wasn't coming, but Mary-Ann kept laughing at me,

"For someone who didn't do anything to you last night, you sure seem very eager to get back to him," she teased me.

I knew she didn't believe nothing had happened. Especially since I had asked to borrow a top from her. This was the top she said Soren loved to lift up to show off her breasts. It was a loose, white lace top, which only came two thirds down the front. Mary-Ann's breasts were heavier and sagged at bit so they almost were visible under the bottom of the top. That wasn't a problem for me, but I wanted it because my breasts were so much more easily accessible under the loose bottom, and I was just dying to have Jorgen touch them again.

Jorgen practically threw down the cloth he was using to clean the desk and ran over to me when he saw me.

"I thought you weren't coming," he said, with relief in his voice.

"I am really sorry," I said, "I couldn't get Mary-Ann out of the house, but I am here now and I am all yours."

We found a table, had some drinks and talked a lot. Finally I stopped him and dragged him onto the dance floor. Soon he had his arms around me, running his hands up my back. He was nowhere near my front, but his hands were soon all over my bare back and had me so excited I couldn't wait for them to move to the front. I eased a bit away from him and looked around to see if anybody was watching, or if I could move his hands to my front.

Not only was there somebody watching, it was Soren and all his friends at a nearby table, with Mary-Ann in the middle, staring at me with amused looks on their faces. I couldn't understand why it was so interesting that I was dancing with Jorgen, until Mary-Ann made a move as to lift up her own front of her t-shirt. I looked down and realised why Mary-Ann had liked this top., I hadn't noticed because it was so loose, and it was so warm in here, but when Jorgen ran his arms that high up my back, the front of the top lifted as well, revealing a good part of the lower curves of my breasts. I couldn't see how much from where I stood, but from their reactions, I expect they could see most of them.

I got quite angry. I had especially not liked to lie topless on the beach with them around, and here they were staring openly at me again. I grabbed Jorgen's hands and pulled them down.
"Jorgen," I whispered," they are all staring at us, let's go outside."

The wind had died down and it was a nice and warm evening. We went down to the beach. I knew Jorgen was wondering why we were going down here, if I was really going to take him to the beach like a lot of the other couples did. But we just held each other's hands walking along the beach, talking about friends and us.

We came to a small wooden suspension bridge. Jorgen stopped me halfway across it.

"Stand still," he said, " and you can feel the movement of the bridge. It is not the wind and even if you stand completely still you can still feel it moving. I have always wondered what it is that makes it move."

I stood against the banister looking out over the sea. I could clearly feel slight movements, which felt like somebody was on the bridge, fucking, but there was nobody else in sight anywhere.

Jorgen moved up behind me and I leaned against him. He kissed the back of my neck, while his hands moved up under the top cupping my breasts. I moved my bum against him and could clearly feel his dick against me. I moved my head around to meet his mouth, but I didn't want to turn around. I liked the feeling of his full hands around my breasts and being able to rub against his dick. Before long we were kissing hungrily and I could feel the frustration of the last couple of days wanting out. I lifted my arms over my head, and soon after Jorgen got the hint and lifted the top off me. I could feel a light, cool breeze hit my hard and erect nipples. Now I turned round wanting Jorgen to have a good look. He only looked for a short while then he was kissing me again, and only very lightly running his hands over my breasts, up and down my back, grabbing and squeezing my bum, driving me wild. I hardly noticed what was going on until I felt my shorts around my ankles. I stiffened. I wasn't sure that was what I wanted yet. Jorgen pulled me away from the rail and ran a hand over my buttocks. I was dying to be touched, but afraid where it might lead.

"Jorgen, stop," I whispered. He did, but hesitantly, waiting to continue.

"Jorgen, please. I . . ." I hesitated. "I have never been with a guy. I would like very much to do it, with you I mean. Just not now or here."

"I . . . I'm sorry . . . I didn't know." He was stumbling for words as well. "I thought that was why you wanted to come down here. But . . . I am pleased that you don't want to. I mean, I obviously want to very much, but I am also happy you are not one who goes to the beach with just any guy you meet."

"Believe me, I am so confused. I really like you, and I would like to go to bed with you, but can we please wait for the right time and place?" I asked.

"Jenny, I am so mad about you. I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want me to do. Tell me when the right time comes or rather allow me to keep trying and then just tell me if it isn't the right time for you.

I gave him a quick kiss as confirmation of our pact. Then I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up again, very aware that Jorgen was staring at my hanging tits. Starting back towards the campsite, I had my top in one hand and I put the other one around him. We walked slowly, while he kept playing with my breast and kissing me. When we got within viewing distance of the disco, I stopped and pulled the top back on.

"They probably think we did it on the beach," I said, almost feeling sorry that we hadn't.

"Let them think what they want," Jorgen answered, hugging me tight. "but I wish, that one day, after you have found the time is right for you, that we could come down here and really do it. I know lots of people do it, but I have never done it, and it seems like something is missing if you haven't."

I was about to promise him, when Mary-Ann yelled at me. She must have been to the beach herself, because she came down from the dunes with Soren following her. She came up to me and pulled me to the side wanting to know 'what it was like'. She certainly didn't believe me when I told her nothing had happened, but then again I didn't expect her to.

All four of us went back into the disco. Jorgen was being polite and asked Mary-Ann for a dance so I ended up dancing with Soren. Even though I didn't really like him very much, there was something fascinating about him. He certainly made a girl aware she was a girl, because he openly commented on my looks, sex and what he felt about me.

"You just looked so sexy when you danced with Jorgen before you left. I really got a hard-on when I saw your tits appearing under the top. If Jorgen hadn't taken you to the beach, I would have loved to have done it," he said, quite unabashed.

He also had his hand on my back trying to lift the top, and as I pushed him away, he managed to sweep his hands past the outside of my breasts, just barely missing my nipples with his thumbs. I had no intention of doing anything with him. It was Jorgen I had in mind, but I couldn't help feeling a bit flattered, and as my frustration was growing all the time, I probably didn't do enough to show that I wanted him to stop.

"Don't you have enough with Mary-Ann?" I asked him.

"Nothing is never enough," he answered." And somebody with tits as beautiful as yours gets me hard in no time, no matter what I feel for Mary-Ann. Try and feel".

Before I really thought of what he was doing he had taken my hand and placed it over his dick. I wanted to move it away, but I was fascinated with the way I had made him so obviously hard. I couldn't help it, knowing how Mary-Ann had kept talking about how big he was. I closed my hands around it through the thin material of his shorts. He was obviously not wearing any underpants. I couldn't believe how hard and thick it was. I should have let go immediately, but I couldn't. I could feel it grow, and get even bigger and I just kept on, as in a daze. I heard him grunt and felt his hands moving up my front grabbing my breasts, squeezing hard, as if urging me to squeeze him harder as well. I shouldn't have, but I did. It was now stretching the material hard, pushing into my stomach. He was breathing heavily and so was I as his fingers rolled my nipples hard. I finally got to my senses and let go of his dick. I hesitated a second, before reluctantly removing his hands from my breasts. He moved in for a close dance, rubbing his dick against me.

"Anytime you want to get fucked by this, just let me know," he managed to whisper as the song ended and Jorgen and Mary-Ann came over to us. I easily slipped into Jorgen's arms and danced a quiet dance with him, wondering what would be the size of his dick. I couldn't wait to find out.

I arranged with Jorgen to meet at the beach the next day, and went home with Mary-Ann. I couldn't sleep. I should have been dreaming about Jorgen, what we had done, and if, maybe, tomorrow we would get the right opportunity. I did dream about it, but the dream kept being interrupted by flashes of a giant dick towering in front of me, and Soren's offer that any time I wanted it I could have it.

Chapter Three

I met Jorgen at the beach the next day. He knew exactly where to find us as we were always at the same place, where we had put up a beach volleyball net next to some overturned boats, providing some shelter from the usually strong westerly winds.

I was very pleased to see him as Mary-Ann, Soren and his friends were already there playing beach volley and wanting me to join in with them. I had put on my much-too-small bikini for Jorgen, and really didn't want to play in that. It was, indeed, very small. The triangles covering my breasts were no more than 3 inches across and 4 inches high, which meant that it felt like it just covered the nipples and aureolas but not much more. The bottom part was almost worse, there being no material in the back and only a small triangle in the front barely covering the pubic hair that I had trimmed down to only a tuft above the vaginal area.

I had been very conscious of its small size when I put it on, but even if I hadn't I would not have been able to forget it when Soren and his friends noticed it. Even though Mary-Ann was running around topless, it was me they were all watching. I shook involuntarily as I thought of what it would be like if I had joined in their game in this bikini. This bunch of guys had no inhibitions, they openly fondled Mary-Ann's breasts every time they landed on top of her after they all had thrown themselves at a ball. Mary-Ann just screamed, but didn't give the impression of one being displeased with the attention. If I had wanted to have my breasts and bum caressed or squeezed, all I would have had to do would have been to join in the game. But I didn't. I had decided I wanted to make love to Jorgen today, and I just couldn't wait.

We went for a quick swim. I loved the way Jorgen looked at me, even though I knew I was also the object of attention from everybody else on the beach when I returned in the skimpy bikini, which now wet, was also transparent.

We sat back a bit watching the game. I snuggled up against Jorgen, sitting between his legs resting against him.

"I honestly don't understand why you are wearing a bikini top when Mary-Ann isn't. Your breasts are so much nicer than hers. And with that bikini top it doesn't make much difference anyway."

As he was talking I could feel his dick hardening, pressing into my back.

"It is just that those guys keep staring all the time," I said.

"Do you mind?" he wanted to know. "They probably stare more at you when wearing that bikini. It appears so provocative".

"I don't really mind now you are here. It is not that I mind them looking, I just don't want any of them to come over and start anything. I'll take it off if you want me to," I offered.

"I do. I would like to sit here and look at you."

I bent forward a bit and undid the bow tied at the back, slipping the top over my head. Soren and some of the others looked, but didn't stop their game. I didn't care if they did look. I leant back again noticing that Jorgen's dick had got much harder now. I wished I could grab it like I had grabbed Soren's yesterday. I looked down and watched as my nipples hardened from the thought. Jorgen kissed my ear.

"You have the most fantastic breasts. I find it very hard just to sit here watching. I feel like playing with them and with you." He was already running his hands up and down the sides of my breasts.

I wanted him to go further than that as well. I took the newspaper I had put down when Jorgen arrived and held it up in front of me as if reading, shielding my breasts from the view of the players. Jorgen wasn't slow to catch on, and soon he was running his fingers very lightly all over my front. I was pressing myself back against him, moving slightly against his straining dick. My rocking movements made the bikini bottom dig into my pussy, making me all dizzy with excitement. Jorgen was caressing my nipples, kissing my earlobes and whispering in my ear.

"I don't know when or where you think would be right for your first time, but I hope it won't be long before you decide, because I can't wait."

I rubbed harder against him, involuntarily sliding down a bit, spreading my legs a little to make the bikini dig harder into me, not caring that my juices were probably very obvious as they turned the bikini material transparent when wet.

"I don't think I can wait much longer either," I sighed as his fingers started to roll my nipples, squeezing them slightly.

I had kept the newspaper so low that I could see over the top, and now I realised that the game was over and they were all returning. Jorgen also saw it and stopped playing with me, but I couldn't get the top back on before they came over so I just put the paper away, pretending not to notice how they stared at me. After a while though, it became too much. I just couldn't relax with them staring at me. I got up, knowing very well that it just gave them a better view, but at this point I was only concerned with hiding my wet pussy.

"Come on Jorgen," I said, "lets go up the cottage and see if we can get some lunch, I am starving."

I took the beach towels and wicker basket in which we had drinks and sun cream, grabbed Jorgen's hand and resolutely walked off towards the dunes and the plantation, separating the cottage grounds from the beach. I think both Jorgen and I just wanted away from these people and to be ourselves, more than actually eating.

We had only just reached the path in the plantation that led to the cottage, when Jorgen stopped and turned me against him for a kiss. I leant hard against him. I could clearly feel his dick grow as we were kissing. As Jorgen moved me a bit away so he could play with my breasts, I managed to slip my hand down between his legs, grabbing his semi hard dick. Before long it was straining hard against his trousers. I was dying to pull them down and have a look. I pulled myself together. We couldn't stand like this, here on the path.

"Come Jorgen, I know where we can go," I said as I dragged him along.

A couple of hundred meters further down the path there was an opening in the pine trees. On the other side of a small dune there was an elevated area of soft sand. It looked a little like the crater of a volcano, where you could get into the volcano. Here you could lie on beautiful soft white sand, and still be surrounded by a two foot wall, which when you were lying down, would shield you from view.

I dragged Jorgen over the edge, quickly spreading the towels on the sand and lay down. I looked at Jorgen still standing at the edge. His dick was still straining to get out.

"You mean it's now?" he asked, with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

I just nodded. My mind was made up.

He came over and knelt next to me bending over, kissing me and running a hand lightly up and down my front without actually touching any of the parts I wanted touched.

I turned over on my side facing him. I stretched out a hand gripping the top of his shorts, pulling them partly down. I could then get to look down enough to see the hairy base of his dick, but then it caught. Jorgen helped by pulling down at the sides, until his dick jumped free and immediately started to rise from a 45 degree angle until it was almost straight up. I studied it in fascination. I had never before seen a 'live' erect dick before. I could clearly see the blue veins and the shiny blue head oozing a droplet of lubrication. I was sure it was far from the size of Soren's, but it was still a terribly arousing sight.

I stretched out a hand, touching it, making it jump a little. I ran my hand over it, spreading the lubrication over the whole head. Jorgen gasped and squeezed my breast with one hand, while the other slid down between my legs. I was shaking as I realised where it was heading, but soon I forgot all about it and about Jorgen's dick, as his fingers slipped the bikini material aside and touched my wet pussy.

I let out a loud sigh. I had tried to touch myself there before, but I had always felt very self-conscious about it. I had been so frustrated with Mary-Ann masturbating in bed at night. I had wanted to experience the same feeling, but even though I liked the sensation of the touch, what my fingers actually felt, the soft, wet, mushy flesh, distracted me so much that I always stopped, frustrated and guilty. Now I had the sensation without experiencing the feeling of my fingers and I was going mad.

I lay on my back again, bending and spreading my legs. Soon Jorgen found the material of the bikini bottom too much of an obstruction. He tugged at the ties indicating I should lift my bum, which I did. Even though it was a hot day, it felt cold when the light breeze touched my wet lips. Jorgen moved a bit to reach down to my feet, getting the bikini off my feet, and when I looked up again he was on his knees between my legs. He ran both hands up the inside of my thighs at the same time, and when he hit my pussy, one hand separated the lips, while the other gently played with my clit poking out between the open folds. I sat up, stretching my hands behind me so I could see what he was doing. I had never really looked down at myself like that. It felt oddly exposed having a guy looking at you while you sat like that, but accepting it gave a strong feeling of a close bonding between us.

I was getting very excited, but I also realised I was supposed to return the attention, and not just be on the receiving end all the time, however much I liked it. I looked up at Jorgen. He looked strained. I sat up holding my hands behind his bum, and found his dick right in front of my face. Again, I ran a hand over the head and felt it jerking at my touch. Jorgen put a hand on it, pressing it downwards pointing right at my mouth. I had seen enough porno magazines and even some films to know what he wanted. I wanted to do it to him, but had no idea if I could. It looked very big, and it was a strange feeling putting it into my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, wetting it carefully. It tasted of salt water. Not bad at all. I ran my tongue up most of the length of its underneath side, before I slipped it down again, opening my mouth wide and slipping in the head. It was big but I had no problem doing it; I had been afraid I would gag on it, which would have been a bit of a showstopper. Jorgen was grunting with pleasure. It was nice to know that something I did had that effect on him. I pushed it further into my mouth. I could take it about halfway down then I could feel the gag reflex and stopped. I tried to form a hard 'O' with my mouth, sliding his dick in and out as far as I could.

"Jenny," he grunted and held on to my head to stop me. "You don't have to take so long strokes, just concentrate on the head. The best feeling is just when your lips pass over the ring around the head. Suck a bit so the lips touch the head harder and try just to keep your lips passing over the ring."

I was glad to receive his instructions, for I really didn't know what to do. I thought I had to simulate a vagina and seemed to have heard stories about girls being able to take it 'deep throat'. But I was happy just to do small movements, so I didn't have to gag. I sucked hard and made sure my teeth didn't hurt him. I must have done it right, because he got more and more excited. He was breathing and grunting more like in pain, but it took a while before he stopped me.

"Oh god, Jenny, you've got to stop or I will come in your mouth." He sounded as if he didn't want me to stop at all.

He lowered himself down resting his bum on his heels, looking at me.

"I have some condoms in my wallet. I think it is time now, don't you think?" It wasn't so much a question as an obvious statement.

"You don't have to worry about a condom. My mother realised more than six months ago, that I was getting close to my first sexual experience, and didn't want me to end up pregnant. She was very open about it and took me to the doctor for a prescription to go on the pill. I have been taking it regularly for five months now." I could see the relief on his face. I know guys don't like to fumble with a condom at the most sacred moment.

I lay back down on the sand again, offering myself to him. He leant over me, kissing my stomach, my breasts and my neck. He moved his knees back, lowering himself onto me, kissing me passionately in the process. I didn't realised how close his dick was to my pussy, until I felt it sliding around trying to find the entrance. Jorgen rolled over on one elbow and used the other hand to guide himself into the right position, placing it just at the entrance, or maybe half an inch inside. I couldn't really tell. I was just overcome with the awareness that I was now going to experience the joy of lovemaking for the first time.

Jorgen looked into my eyes as he slowly went deeper, until soon I felt it stop at my hymen. It was a funny, frustrating experience. I wanted so much to feel him inside me, but I knew I still had to overcome the fear of the pain.

"Stop me if it hurts," Jorgen said, with concern in his voice.

I just nodded and felt him pressing harder and harder. All of a sudden there was a short sharp pain, much less than I had feared, and then I felt him sliding all the way in. I was so relieved.

"Are you all right?" Jorgen asked when he was as far in as he could get. I felt his pelvis bone meet mine and I moved slightly to get into a position where it would touch my clit, but I couldn't seem to manage.

"Yeah, just don't stop. Keep going".

He did. He worked hard at it. It was nice, but I kept thinking where are the bells and whistles that were supposed to be going off? The most enjoyable part was the fact that we were actually doing it, that I had submitted myself to him. But, I thought, I was supposed to feel an oncoming orgasm and that I was supposed to be screaming with joy.

After some time Jorgen ran out of steam and slowed down.

"Move over," I said guiding him off me. He collapsed on his back next to me with a wet, blue dick pointing up in the air. I sat across him and tried to guide it into me, but only managed when he held it upright and I could lower myself down on it. This was a different feeling. I could slide forward a bit each time our pelvic bones met, stimulating my clit a little. I sat upright, leaning back, holding my hands on my heels. Jorgen could reach my breasts and played with them as I started to work hard.

From this position I could look out over the edge of our little nest. I could see the path through the trees. I started to think about how embarrassing it would have been if anybody had come by and seen me like this. As I thought that, I suddenly felt a pang of added excitement in my stomach. Imagine if it was Soren. I imagined that I didn't stop as he came into view and that I actually let him stand on the path watching me. I could feel the excitement build inside me and for a second I was wondering if that feeling would have been so much stronger, if it had been Soren's huge dick I was humping. The thought made me work harder, I wanted so much to let the growing excitement I felt turn into the longed-for orgasm, but just as I thought it might be on its way, Jorgen started to shake. He was bending under me, flexing his stomach muscles raising himself off the towel. With a distorted face he let out a long groan, shook a few times and then collapsed on the towels again. I just sat there staring at him. What about me? I felt silly sitting here in full view from the path. I slid back down and looked to see Jorgen's now half-limp dick slide out, semen dripping out of me. I couldn't imagine a worse anticlimax. Nevertheless, I lay down on top of Jorgen and kissed him.

"Was it good?" he asked in between two kisses.

"Umm, nice," I answered. I have never been good at lying, so I kept it short.

"I had never done it before with a virgin. I didn't know what it would be like. But it was fantastic for me. I really loved the way you sat on top of me. It was just so great to see you sitting like that, with your breasts bouncing up and down as you worked so hard. I just couldn't hold back or stop as it was you, and not me putting in all the effort. Next time, I promise I will try to make it better for you too."

I guess he must have realised I was severely frustrated.

Anyway, we lay in the sun a bit, then we decided that we really were hungry. We got dressed and went up to the cottage. Mary-Ann and Soren, without friends, arrived only minutes after us, making me realise how close I had come to actually being seen by Soren if we had continued just a short time longer.

After the initial decision as to when was the right time for the first sexual encounter had been made, next time came completely naturally. After lunch we left for the beach again, and stayed there until it started to cool down at the end of the day. Both of us agreed that when we were ready to leave, Jorgen should follow me back to the house and on the way we should repeat the performance, again in the cosy sand dune, which was to become our favourite spot for lovemaking over the next weeks.

The experience, however, was much the same. I thought the lack of an orgasmic experience during the first encounter had been due to nerves, being the first time, but that, unfortunately, was not the case. We spent a bit more time on foreplay, which had me really fired up. I enjoyed again the feeling of Jorgen entering me; it was such a feeling of bonding, and I don't mean physically. However, Jorgen would have come in no time at all at that position, so we quickly changed again to me sitting on top of him. Apart from a few times when, only at the last minute, I discovered people returning from the beach by the path and reluctantly ducked, it wasn't any different. I was frustrated with having to duck each time I got going, and almost hoped it would be Soren and Mary-Ann returning, in which case I had almost made up my mind just to continue. Jorgen again exploded in puff and grunts leaving me sitting frustrated on top of him, realising it wasn't going to happen to me this time either, as I could feel his dick go limp and slide out of me.

I may make it sound worse that it really was, now that I am thinking back on it. Obviously the actual act in itself was a fantastic experience. I think it was even better because it happened outside, under such nice circumstances, rather than in a back seat of a car or on a couch at a party. It was just that as I had been listening to Mary-Ann own administrations in the evenings, I had been looking forward to the explosion and release I knew I should expect.

Chapter Four

Jorgen got his third chance, or maybe you could say that I did, in the evening when we again met at the discotheque. This time I wanted to make sure that Soren and his friends didn't have another go at me, so I wore a normal, half-length dress, with a quite conservative cut and no tempting buttons. Jorgen was very nice. At that time, I didn't know enough about lovemaking, to really know if I was falling in love, but I enjoyed so much being with him. He was attentive, entertaining, intelligent and then he seemed to adore me. Apart from a little dissatisfaction with the sex, which in the larger picture I could live with, I don't think I could have found a more suitable boyfriend for the summer.

Towards midnight, with a couple of hours of music and dance still ahead, Jorgen whispered in my ear, "How would you like a trip to the beach?" There was of course no doubt what was on his mind. I felt slightly sore from the unusual activity, but I could also hear from the way he suggested the trip, that he wanted to continue where we left off the other day. And so did I.

"Yes, I think a walk on the beach would be nice.," I replied, stressing the word *walk* to tease him.

"The moon is out and it would be very romantic with a *walk* down to the bridge again to test out the rocking motion," he continued also stressing the word walk. The suggestive undertones sent shivers down my spine. Jorgen looked down my front.

"It looks to me as if maybe you could be prepared to more than just walking," he said with a smile as my nipples had popped out visibly excited. I just smiled at him, enjoying the way he looked at me.

As we walked along the beach, I was sorry I had chosen this dress; I was longing to feel his hands on my breasts again. Soon however, he had his hand on my bum, lifting the hem of the dress high enough to get at the top of the panties, slipping a hand inside and grabbing a good handful of bare bum. As far as I could see the beach was deserted. I stopped and slipped the panties off, stuffing them into Jorgen's pocket. Now his hands could run freely over my exposed bum cheeks. It was such an exciting feeling.

We reached the bridge, and I was again surprised at the strange rocking motion as if somebody was already fucking up against one of the poles supporting the wires. But there was nobody anywhere near the bridge that I could see.

We stopped in the middle of the bridge. There was the clear sound of the water running below, and a soft rustling sound of the faint breeze against the reeds at the sides of the riverbank. In the distance I could hear the waves no more than 200 meters away. In the moonlight I could see along the beach in each direction. Down at the disco there were lights, but the wind carried the sound of the music in the other direction; I could, however, see a few people milling around on the beach in front of the discotheque.

"Jenny . . . I so much want . . . to continue . . . where we left off last time. Is that . . . okay . . . with you?" he asked hesitantly, kissing me between each word. I don't know if he had the people in the background in mind, or maybe thinking that three times would be too much for somebody who had only lost her virginity that same day.

I turned around to face him. I had been thinking about the people as well, but I didn't think they could see anything. I had actually thought about that when we left the disco, but had hardly been able to see the bridge against the dark background.

"Mmm, I think I would like that too," I managed to get out before our mouths met.

I loved the feeling when Jorgen grabbed my bare bum and squeezed me up against him. Soon his hands were lifting my dress above my hips. I could clearly feel the cool caress of the night air when it hit my wet pussy. It was such an exciting feeling standing there on the bridge like that in full moonlight. I didn't mind as his hands pulled the dress all the way up to my shoulders, baring my breasts, and I eagerly helped him pull it over my head.

Jorgen moved a step back looking at me. "Gosh Jenny, you look so gorgeous standing there like that."

I looked back at him, enjoying his eyes on my body.

"Ok," I said, "now it's your turn." I unbuttoned his shorts, while he pulled off his T-shirt. He wore no underpants, so he was soon as naked as I was. I got the shivers and goose pimples jumped out on my arms, as I realised how clearly I could see him in the moonlight, and how clearly we must be visible to anybody coming to within a couple of hundred meters of the bridge. I wondered if the moonlight on our bodies would make us stand out against the dark background and actually make us visible to the people on the beach.

But the thought quickly got suppressed as Jorgen moved in close again and I felt his hard dick against me. His hands were all over me, squeezing a breast, grabbing a bum, sliding a hand down my front dipping a finger into my wet hole, almost making me scream with pleasure. It was so arousing for me. Jorgen took my shoulders and turned me around facing the sea and the moon. His hands were cupping my breasts, and I could feel his dick pressing against my back. It was a different feeling standing like this. I wasn't hiding against Jorgen. My breasts were facing the light and the breeze. I thought the people at the beach were closer and was wondering again about how visible we were, when Jorgen carefully pushed my shoulders forward, indicating he wanted me to bend over. I held on to the rail, bent down and pushed my bum back against him. His dick slid into me before I could think about it. I was so wet. It was hard holding onto the loose rope that served as a guard rail, when you were being pushed around so hard. I pushed it away from me, leaning hard back against him. It was a funny impersonal feeling doing it in this way. I couldn't see Jorgen, but I could see the people walking on the beach. They appeared to be slowly approaching. I thought of my bouncing breasts, wondering what people would be thinking if they actually could see us, but at this distance I didn't really care. Most of the people hitting the beach at this time of the night were there for more or less the same reason as us.

Also, the physical sensation was different from this angle. I felt the penetration more strongly. Jorgen held on to my hips, really ramming into me. Even though the people on the beach were getting closer I didn't want Jorgen to stop. I thought I could feel something coming. A tingling sensation in the lower part of my stomach was growing into a feeling of warmth. Jorgen was going like a rabbit, and as my own sensations got stronger I realised that he was about to come. The people on the beach were now no more than two or three hundred meters away. We really should have stopped, but I guess Jorgen could see them as well, but he didn't want to stop either. The tingling sensation was growing, and I felt my nipples go all funny. Knowing from our hide in the plantation that I got excited from the thought of Soren passing on the path, I imagined that it was Soren on the beach and that he could actually see us. I was surprised at my reaction to such a thought. I felt my legs go leaden, my breath came in gasps and I felt a small contraction in my vagina, as if trying to hold on to Jorgen. I felt this must be the orgasm finally happening, but the truth was that the tightening around Jorgen's dick only resulted in him coming that much faster. He did so with a sound, almost as a small scream, then a hard push, which caught me unaware and almost pushed me over the side of the bridge.

I was still shaking slightly as Jorgen did a couple of careful slow strokes and he was grunting again in pleasure. I looked at the people who had stopped, and were now turning back. I couldn't tell if they were doing so because they had seen us, or just because they had reached the end of their intended walk. But with them gone away I could now relax. I stood up, and leant back against Jorgen. His dick was still quite hard and stayed inside me as he ran his hands over my breasts and down between my legs, playing with my clit. I needed that, but was put off by his dick finally going soft and slipping out. Knowing that he was 'finished' and I was not, made me feel very self-conscious, and all of a sudden it felt wrong standing here exposed like that, desperate for an orgasm, which probably wasn't coming anyway.

I moved his hand and turning around, kissed him.

"That was so good Jorgen, I enjoyed that. You don't have to do any more now. Let's just get off this bridge and get back," I lied a little.

Jorgen got dressed while I took my panties from his pocket and used them to wipe all the semen off my legs. I wriggled a bit trying to squeeze the last drops out. When I had finished the panties were soaked. I just put the dress on and gave the panties to Jorgen to put in his pocket.

"Yuck," he said, "they are drenched."

"Yeah well, it all your fault, you sort it out." I laughed at him. He certainly didn't want them in his trousers, so we found a place in the dunes where we thought nobody would come and held down the corners with some stones, intending to retrieve them some other time. I was conscious of having to go back to the disco with no panties, but found the thought rather arousing, so what the hell. Fortunately, this wasn't one of my shorter dresses.

The only other thing, which happened that day was that while dancing with Jorgen on the full dance floor, he kept grabbing my bum under the dress. I thought with the dance floor being so full, nobody would notice, so I didn't mind too much. At one point however, when I thought I felt Jorgen's hand far up under the dress, I realised he had his hands on my sides. When I finally could turn around, without making too big an issue of it, I saw Soren right behind me, with a big dirty grin on his face. Oh, my god, I thought, with his hands that far up my back he must have been aware I had no panties on. Maybe he had been watching when Jorgen did it? Because of the loud music I hadn't said anything to Jorgen, just intending to turn around and get angry at whoever it was. Now the thrill of it suddenly hit me, so I went all weak at the knees again. Why was it, when I had a perfectly nice boyfriend like Jorgen, that I found Soren, whom I despised in all other matters, so sexually attractive that the thought of him pawing my bum had me getting all wet again. I dug my head into Jorgen's shoulder, desperately wishing for Soren's hand to return, even to the extent that I tried to position myself correctly in relation to him, and dance with my legs apart, hoping he would try again. But, of course he never did. Would my frustrations on this day never end?

Chapter Five

After a long day I was finally back in my bed. Mary-Ann had been perfectly aware that today had been my big day. I thought she had actually seen us at some point. She swore she hadn't, but it had been so obvious from my expression and the way Jorgen and I had behaved, that she couldn't be in any doubt, she said.

In bed, my thoughts were still on Soren and sex, and not at all about Jorgen. It annoyed me. Mary-Ann was still awake and more than willing to talk. I thought I would take advantage of it.

"Can I ask you a very personal question?" I asked.

"Sure," she replied, "when have you ever held yourself back anyway?"

"Do you ever get an orgasm when you and Soren make love?" I had to ask, ignoring her comment.

She hesitated a little. It was a rather personal question, but that didn't seem to worry her.

"I guess you ask that because you didn't," she said evenly, and continued, "in the beginning I didn't. To tell you the truth, the first time I saw his dick I was so afraid of it that I couldn't concentrate on anything but just the sheer size of it. When I began to realise that it wouldn't break me in two, I concentrated on my own feelings. Then I started to get frustrated and angry that he hadn't been thinking about me. I actually said so to him one time. He just said that he got so horny from being with me that he had thoughts of nothing else, other than his own feelings. What he suggested was that I should start to masturbate. He said it would both teach me about my own feelings so it would be easier for me to come while we did it, and, if it did nothing else, it would release some of the frustration. Are you feeling frustrated already after your first day?"

"We actually did it three times today. I think he is aware that I didn't come, and I think he feels a bit guilty. But I find it awkward to talk about it," I confessed.

"You'll have to. It is such an important part of sex. What we actually do now, is that when I miss out, I tell him I don't want to fuck again until he has made me come. That works. And actually what has happened recently is that I then get a second orgasm when we then fuck, so it is doubly good," she said in a dreamy voice.

"What do you mean that you have to masturbate to get to know your feelings? Every time I try I feel guilty and funny," I admitted, feeling funny even confessing that I had even tried. On the other hand, considering how often and uninhibited she did it, I guess I didn't have to feel so guilty.

"I have never felt funny about it; but I certainly love it. It has taught me what it feels like when it comes, what I have to concentrate on, how far away the actual orgasm is and stuff like that. Are you saying you have never tried?" she asked. I could almost see her puzzled expression. She already knew the answer.

"Try it again now," she said.

I had already had my hand there for a while. The talking had got me excited again. I wondered in what way Soren was giving her an orgasm before she would let him fuck her. I was imagining him between her legs, licking her clit. Then I thought back to the dance floor and imagined what I would have done if he had actually put a hand up between my legs as we danced. Would I just have been able to stand there and take it? I rubbed my hand gently on my clit and imagined it was his fingers.

From my gasp I think it must have been obvious that I had followed her advice.

"Just think of something Jorgen is doing to you. Even if you suddenly feel that it is wrong, or that it feels funny doing it yourself, then force yourself to continue, dreaming up a picture that will excite you further," my mentor suggested.

Had she only known that it was Soren and not Jorgen I was imagining. The guilt I felt now was not so much from what I was doing, but that I was doing it in front of Mary-Ann and imagining that it was her boyfriend doing it!

"Don't concentrate too much on the mechanics of it. It doesn't matter so much if it is the exact right place. That might only hurt. Just rub your fingers loosely over the area of the clit, concentrating on your feelings and the images in your head."

I did as directed, and after a short while I was surprised to feel those funny sensations in my stomach again. I guess I had concentrated too much on rubbing right on the clit. This was so much better. I was imagining I was back on the bench at the table where we sat at the discotheque. Soren and his friends were sitting around me. Soren had grabbed one of my legs and held it as in a vice between his legs, while one of his friends did the same to the other leg. It was his hands now rubbing softly, but in quick circular motions, which I found out worked best, around my clit area, making me throw myself around as the pleasure was growing to previously unknown proportions.

"I like to play with my nipples at the same time. I always masturbate with my right hand, and play with my right nipple with my left hand, so my right nipple is now much more sensitive to touch than the other one." She just kept talking, but it wasn't all that penetrated my dream.

I grabbed my right nipple and was surprised to find how good it felt, not only on the actual nipple, but suddenly my stomach seemed to contract a little. It felt rather like releasing urine. I knew it wasn't what was happening, but it was a funny, warm, releasing feeling. I was imagining that Soren had pulled my dress all the way up to my neck, baring my breasts for all to see, and that he was using his free hand to massage my nipple. I looked around at his friends and saw them all staring excitedly at me. Across from me, Mary-Ann was sitting giving them directions of what to do to me.

I found myself moaning the same way I had heard Mary-Ann moan in pleasure, during so many nights. Suddenly I was about to stop as I felt guilty making those sounds in front of her, but then I remembered what she had said about just continuing no matter what. I pushed the image of Mary-Ann lying there listening to me away, and dreamt that Soren had now slid on the floor under the table and was licking my clit, while I willingly kept the leg he had held forced to the side to give a clear view and field of action. Under the blanket, I focused on the actual clit, with just soft but fast movements, running the fingers over it. I started to go warm all over. It was as if my hips were bucking up and down on their own. I kicked off the blanket, not caring what Mary-Ann could see.

My stomach contracted so I almost sat up, and could look down at myself. The moon was still out, shining through the window and providing enough light for me to see myself clearly. I imagined the sight that Soren would see if he was indeed between my legs, and then suddenly the shakes took over. I almost blacked out, letting out small yelps with each contraction. My nipples got supersensitive, so I could hardly touch them and then a strong warm feeling of unbelievable pleasure rolled over me. God, I thought, imagine if this feeling actually came as part of having sex! I was shaking rapidly, getting many small waves of the same warm feeling, like aftershocks from an earthquake. Finally the feeling changed from one of intense pleasure to one of blissful relaxation, slowly brining me back to reality.

"Whoa!" I said, I didn't know it was going to be as strong as that. Is it always so strong?"

"No, I think it feels different every time. It is certainly very different when it comes as part of fucking. That has only happened a few times for me. I love it when Soren does it, especially if I know we are going to fuck afterwards. But I also enjoy very much doing it myself. Then I can adapt the pace and the strength to what I find best at the time. That usually gives me the strongest orgasms, but the best experience is when it comes when fucking, especially when I come at almost the same time as Soren. Then, usually, his awareness that I am coming and my spasms bring him over the top right after. That is just sooo great."

Now that I think about it, I think she was actually talking the whole time I was playing with myself. Now I just wanted her to shut up so I could go to sleep and dream of my new-found pleasure.

"If you don't mind, I think I will try one myself. All this talk about it has got me rather excited," she said, obviously already well underway.

I listened to her as she brought herself off. I was thinking of her and Soren. What was wrong with me? First, I found that I only got really excited when I felt I was either being watched or imagining doing something with Soren. Secondly I only managed to have an orgasm as Mary-Ann was talking me through it, and as I was imagining myself being fingered and licked by Soren in front of all his friends. Normally, every time I thought about Soren and his friends, and wasn't excited, I felt disgusted by them, but every time I got sexually aroused, it was by imagining Soren and his friends were there.

I fell asleep with that disquieting thought in my mind.

Chapter Six

My sexual relationship with Jorgen slowly matured. I whisked up the nerve to talk to him about my lack of orgasms, and taught him how to play with me so I would come before we had sex. However, in the four-and-a-half week the relationship was going on, I never managed to orgasm as part of lovemaking. That was a bit frustrating, but I could live with it, because he was actually pretty good at bringing me off in a way that really was exciting for me.

I think he slowly realised that I liked doing it in half exposed places, so we made love in many different locations. It would make him go all ballistic when he knew I wasn't wearing any underwear, so he would use any opportunity to remove them, if I hadn't already thought of it and left them off before going out. I happily pretended to do it for Jorgen, but I was so aware of Soren's stares. He had also realised that often I didn't wear underwear, and I was torn between loyalty to Jorgen and the wicked desire I felt for letting Soren watch or casually touch. Soren had also noticed that I didn't always stop him as soon as I suppose I should have done, and we had a little game going behind Jorgen's back, where Soren would try to find out if I wore panties each time I was at the disco. Mostly, he would just run a hand up my bum, and then smile a knowing smile when I looked at him.

A few times, usually when I tried to get into a seat around the table, he would run a hand up the inside of my leg, getting dangerously close to a naked, wet pussy. I had decided that would be the limit and quickly stop him if he ever got that far, but on the occasion when it did happen, I found myself get so excited from the long-awaited touch, that I didn't react at all. I just stood there, his hand and movements well hidden by the dress and the darkness of the disco, while his hand slid up the inside of my legs from behind, not stopping, but sliding over my wet pussy to my clit, which he just carefully and expertly gently rubbed. I don't think it lasted more than the few seconds it took for Jorgen, who was ahead of me holding my hand, to clear a space for us to sit, but I felt so good and arousing that I felt reluctant to move, even when I could. Of course, I had to eventually, and afterwards I was so upset with myself for not being able to keep the promise I had made to myself.

Thus the weeks passed with lots of sex and a few exciting situations with Soren, but the greatest satisfaction I got was from my own masturbation. At that, I had become quite an expert. I could bring myself off quickly when I needed, or drag it out to orgasms longer and harder than anything Jorgen could bring me to.

I didn't like doing it in the bed with Mary-Ann listening. Yes, I had done it once, and occasionally I did when the urge hit me, at a time it when I was too lazy to get up and go somewhere else. Often I would go for a walk in the dunes, find a secluded place and play for as long as I needed. Even though it was not so romantic, I would also do it in the bathroom when showering or even sometimes at the discotheque where I had found a secret hiding place near the cloakroom. As long as I could slip in unnoticed I was okay, as the sound of the music would drown out the sounds I knew I made. I had occasionally fingered myself when sitting at the table waiting for the others to return with drinks or from dancing, but didn't dare to go too far, as I was afraid my facial expressions would give me away. Also, I was seldom left alone for long enough to get very far.

All this leads up to the next sexual experience of the summer, and one that was completely unexpected.

One night, after some unfulfilling lovemaking with Jorgen at the beach, I couldn't sleep. Mary-Ann and I were sharing a small outhouse and sometimes when I couldn't sleep, I would go to the main house, and make a cup of warm cocoa, which would usually make me go to sleep. This particular night however, I had decided that I needed an orgasm to get my thoughts off sex and so get some sleep. I had slipped on Mary-Ann's too-small kimono, not bothering even to pull it closed, which I doubted that I even could have. The only reason I wore it was because of Harry, in the unlikely case he should come around. He had his room in the basement, which had no direct connection up to the main room and kitchen, so I didn't see it as a problem.

As I was preparing the cocoa, I kept playing with myself. I could see my reflection in the dark windows, and I found it quite exciting to let the kimono slip open so I could see my breasts and even my pussy, as my hand was just slowly getting it ready for the big play. I went into the living room, turned on the lights and was about to sit on the big couch, quite excited and eagerly awaiting the orgasm I knew I was going to administer to myself in a short time, when I looked out of the window towards the sea, and just as I thought I saw a faint glow on the terrace outside the house, I heard Harry call out to me.

"Hi Jennifer, why don't you come out here and drink that."

I almost spilled the cocoa, both from the shock and from trying to pull the kimono closed. The first thought which flew through my head was how much he had seen from out there, the next one was how I could manage to sit out there drinking the cocoa and still appear at least somewhat decent.

During the few steps it took me to reach the terrace door, it flashed through my head how unfair I had been to Harry these days. I was perfectly aware that he was staring at me every time Mary-Ann and I were running around topless in and around the house. I just thought it was fun and a little exciting, but I was so busy with all my other thoughts of Jorgen, Soren, masturbating and my nagging fear that my exhibitionistic streak could be unnatural, that I never thought of what it might be doing to him. As I stood in the doorway I became acutely aware of it.

"Turn off the lights please, it ruins my night sight, and I enjoy sitting out here watching the activities that go on at night."

I turned off the light right at the door, feeling my throat and stomach knotting up with the fear of the thought that maybe he had been watching my exploits at night in the dunes. But I didn't think he could have. My favourite dune was well hidden and out of sight from the terrace.

He made a motion indicating that I should take a seat on the couch next to him. I was pleased his night vision was temporarily ruined, because it was impossible to get in and sit down without the kimono opening at the front. Having sat down, I managed to pull it together, but I had to keep a hand on it all the time or it would split wide open.

"From up here I can watch the ocean; the lights over there are the fishing harbour and now that the disco has shut for the night, you can clearly hear the animals of the night moving around. I love sitting out here, pondering over life, and the highlights of the day," he explained with a soft and friendly voice, just the way I remembered him from my childhood days.

"You know, you have become quite an attractive little lady," he said looking unashamedly down my front.

He wasn't too bad looking himself. I knew he was about as old as my father, perhaps a bit younger, but he looked so much better. He was deeply sun-tanned, with blue eyes and blond hair, which was rather thin at the top but not greying like my father, who had dark hair, and in his early forties, but had already gone grey. He had a very hairy chest, a fact I found quite fascinating. It seemed to me, that no young people these days had hairy chests, and I found it quite sexy. He was still in good shape, looking after himself with daily runs on the beach and sometimes working out. He still had a sailor's gait, which was quite fun to observe when he manoeuvred himself round the house.

I was very much aware of his gaze, feeling much more naked sitting here at least somewhat covered, than when I had been parading around topless in front of him in the daytime.

"It is a strange feeling being around you these days. Edith and I have more or less stopped having sex and I haven't really felt sexually aroused for a long time, but seeing you walking around the house topless, has made me aware that I still have the capability to get aroused. It is just so awkward that it has to be my daughter's best friend, whom I have known all her life. It seems very wrong to me, but especially seeing you like that tonight, makes me wish I was twenty years younger." He smiled a sad smile.

I had never thought of sex with him as even a remote possibility, but now I felt a funny urge to give him what he wanted. Imagine him not having had sex for years. Here I was only just having discovered the pleasures, and there he was telling me it didn't happen to him any more. Did he really want to make love to me? I was lost in thought of what that might be like. Suddenly I found that I would actually like to try it. Without really thinking further, I let go of the kimono and put my hand down the side. I looked at him. His eyes, still smiling slightly, were resting, on my front, where without looking, I could tell the kimono had split open.

"I don't think you need to be twenty year younger Harry," I said, surprised at the husky voice I seemed to produce.

I was still looking at him.

"Do you mean that you wouldn't mind us making love?" he asked with a puzzled frown. "Please don't take this wrongly if I misunderstood you. Just excuse a silly old man."

"You are not a silly old man. And I am not quite sure of my own feelings, but I think I wouldn't mind trying." I leant up against him, resting my head on his shoulder, not minding at all that the kimono had now gaped completely open.

He put an arm around me. I turned sideways, sliding down on the couch resting the back of my head on his lap. I thought I could feel his dick stirring. I put my legs up on the couch, spreading them slightly making sure the kimono slid completely open. I really wanted him to look at me. I wanted him to touch me.

"Oh, Jenny, as much as I would love to do this, it feels so wrong to me," he said with voice filled with desire and regret at the same time.

"Just touch me for now then," I begged, feeling my need for an orgasm returning with renewed force.

He didn't react. I was getting desperate. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast. First he just kept it there. I moved my hand away, but he didn't remove his. Slowly he started small rubbing movements. That was the breakthrough, he had accepted to touch me. I spread my legs, digging the back of my head into his lap trying to push my breast harder against his hand, letting him know I enjoyed his touch and wanted him to touch me harder. He quickly got the message. His hands were running all over my chest, teasingly, only touching my breasts slightly and just barely noticeably caressing my nipples.

After a while it got too much.

"Harry," I begged, "please don't hold yourself back. I want you to think of me not as Jenny, I want you to think of me as any other woman you have met and want to make love to. I want you to teach me and do to me what you would normally do to a girl you are with." I had talked myself hot. I grabbed his hand and forced it between my legs. I held it as in a vice with my hands while I rubbed my pelvic area against his fingers. When I felt his fingers move on their own I let go of his arm and grabbed my nipples, which were screaming for attention after his teasing.

He had an expert touch, applying exactly just the right amount of pressure. Quick rubs until I was starting to come, which he immediately detected, and then slowed down to keep me on the edge all the time. It was fantastic. I don't know how long time he managed to keep it going, I had lost contact with time, just concentrating on the almost unbearable pleasure.

"I can't stand it any more, keep going, keep going. Oh please don't stop. I need it now. Yeah, yeah, now, now OOhhhh." I finally went over the top. I grabbed his arm and clung to it as my orgasm blacked out the rest of the world for what felt like minutes. When I finally came down I relaxed and let go of his arm.

"That was just sooo good. I didn't know it could be so good." Jorgen had never been able to get me to such heights, and only rarely had I been able to do so myself. Maybe an older guy, with all his experience, was not such a bad idea at all.

I stood up, pulled the kimono completely off and moved over in front of him.

"I hope your night vision has returned, because I love the feeling of you watching me like this. I have been aware of you looking at me when I walk around topless. I kind of liked the idea that you found me attractive, and now I feel guilty for teasing you like that. If you really want to make love to me, I would love you to. As a matter of fact, I would be very disappointed if you didn't." I put my hands on his shoulders and straddled his lap. His hands found my breasts. I leant my head back, fully enjoying his touch. He wasn't holding himself back now, but was massaging my breasts in rhythmic motions, while he squeezed my nipples. I bent down to his face. I moved my hands from his shoulders to his cheeks, lifting his face. I looked him in the eyes as I moved in for the kiss. He no longer looked like the father of my best friend, guilty and hesitant; he looked hungry and excited. It felt electric when our lips met. Soon his tongue found mine. I went wild; I guess it was the excitement of the situation, the weird feeling of doing this with Harry, the expectation of the sex I desperately wanted.

I stopped the kiss; I leant back and unbuttoned his shirt. I ran my hands all over his hairy chest finally pulling the shirt off him. I rubbed my breasts against his chest, moving around on his lap, rubbing my wet pussy up and down his legs, until he sensed my need and put an hand down there for me to ride.

But it wasn't his hand I wanted. I tried to get to his buttons, but he finally had to do it himself. I tried to look down, but couldn't see it. I could feel him fighting to get his shorts all the way off. Finally, I could feel it, sliding up and down my bum as I was writhing around, trying to get further back to meet it. I lifted myself up a bit, and felt him guiding himself right to the entrance. I stopped; I looked at him again. He stared back with hungry, loving eyes. Slowly I let myself down onto him. It took at couple of pushes in and out, but finally it was lubricated enough to slide all the way in. We were watching each other's faces, observing the signs of pleasure on each other. As I started to move more rapidly up and down on him, his face contorted like in pain, but we kept looking at each other.

"Oh God, Jennifer, I can't believe this is happening. I haven't felt like this for years. Oh, yeah, please go like that yeah. Oh Jennifer, fuck me, fuck me. I can't believe those tits of yours, bouncing like that while you fuck me."

He had grabbed my hips and was lifting me up and down, speeding up. I hardly had to do any work at all, I was just flying. I felt an orgasm coming.

"Harry, harder, harder, I want to come while you fuck me. I have never tried that. Oh, I need so badly to come." It felt good continuing his line of dirty talk.

However, soon I was disappointed to feel him slow down. He must have felt my disappointment.

"Don't worry, I just need my breath back. Remember, this is an old man. Have you really never come while making love?"

"The first time I ever made love, was only three weeks ago. But I would love to come while doing it."

"Ok, lets try something else," he said. He gently pushed me off. I stood up looking down at him. His dick wasn't all that long, but very fat with a very pronounced ring, which made the shiny blue head stand out clearly even in the relative darkness of the terrace.

"Move up here, on your knees. Look out over the ocean. Isn't it a lovely sound." He was carefully positioning me so I was leaning on my elbows on the back of the couch. I could see over the rail of the terrace. We were three or four meters above ground level, just over the entrance to his rooms. I wondered what it would be like being with him in his room, spending the night with him. What could he teach me? He gently forced my thighs apart, spreading my legs. I felt his hands running up my back, lightly touching my shoulders, then moving underneath me, grabbing my hanging breasts, gently squeezing them. I thought I could vaguely see the outline of the trees in the plantation and realised it was about to get light again. There wasn't much more than three hours of darkness at this time of the year.

Harry's hands hand continued down, along my stomach. The hands separated, one continuing down to my clit. I spread my legs as much as possible, giving him easy access. His other hand slid round to my back. Harry traced a line with a fingertip down my spine, between my buttocks on the way passing and clearly caressing my asshole, before it continued down to my wide open pussy.

I had frozen for a split second as his finger has passed my butt hole. I hadn't been aware how open I was to him. I had never before thought of my asshole as being an erogenous zone, but there was something exhilarating about knowing I was presenting myself to him in such a way, that he also had access to that part of me. His fingers were again expertly playing with my clit. So great was my excitement, that I was barely aware that his other hand was travelling all over by backside, the sensations blending. I was aware that his hand often passed my asshole and that the whole area of my pussy, my asshole and my bum cheeks were covered in my secretions.

I noticed he was moving closer to me and I could feel his dick just at the entrance to my pussy. He was bending over me so he could touch and play with my clit. I pushed back against him and felt the dick just slipping in about half an inch. Then, at the same time I froze as his finger stopped right at my butt hole and applied a bit of pressure. I was about to react, when his dick slid in. The feeling was so great that I forgot about the finger, just concentrated on the hand on my clit and the dick that was now slowly working its way into me. I could still feel the pressure on my asshole, but it didn't feel unpleasant. As a matter of fact, it felt quite good. It emphasised the total feeling. Harry started to pump harder, the pressure of the finger increasing. I found myself pushing back against it. The feeling in my clit was increasing. I was again starting to experience warm feeling emerging. Small, small contractions deep down the stomach. I thought I recognised the signs of an upcoming orgasm. The pressure from the finger increased, and suddenly I realised that the finger had slipped into my asshole. Again I was about to react, but then I realised that the feeling was good, it was so good that the slow contractions started to speed up. Harry must have just been experimenting with how far he could go, and finding that I didn't react negatively, he now pounded his dick in and out of me, at the same time as the finger followed the pace digging in and out of me.

The warm feeling of the orgasm rolled in over me. I pushed back against him, knowing that my breasts were swinging wildly each time our bodies met with an audible smash. I knew I was groaning loudly, but couldn't help it. I had a flash picture in my mind of what we looked like, me just barely over the Danish legal age for intercourse, being fucked wildly from behind, stimulated on clit and asshole at the same time, grunting as if in pain, and the middle-aged man experiencing a fuck for the first time in years. Imagine if Jorgen or even worse Mary-Ann were to come and see us. Thankfully, for once Soren didn't appear in the picture. However, the picture didn't stay long enough to ruin the experience of my first orgasm as part of a fuck. I thought it would never stop and I only then realised that I might have come, but Harry hadn't.

I thought my orgasm had ended, but to my surprise it just repeated itself, a few more small contractions and then a strong quick flash of the same warm feeling of the orgasm, come and gone in just a short time. Harry was now grunting wildly. His finger was deeply buried in me. He had stopped fingering my clit, and was, instead, partly grabbing my breasts and partly my hips in order to work harder on me. I could feel him speeding up. The finger slipped out of me. It was a strong, strange feeling of release as it slipped out, not unpleasant at all. Harry now used both hands on my hips, working like a rabbit, breathing heavily.

For a split second I worried about his health, but then unbelievably I felt another orgasm coming. No warning, just suddenly strong contractions and release, followed by many involuntary contractions of my vagina. I am sure these were what brought Harry over the edge, for the plunges changed to deep hard thrusts, which almost forced me down on the couch. Then he had a few small spasms and fell quiet. He moved a bit in and out, like using the pressure of my pussy to squeeze the last drops out. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back up against him. He squeezed my breasts and kissed my neck. His dick was still hard inside me and I could clearly feels it as he moved just a little bit.

"Hmm, that was the best experience of many years. At one point I was afraid I wasn't going to be able to make it. The fear of failure, you being you and all, but you were just so incredible."

"Well, I can't say I have a lot of experience," I admitted, "but I can't imagine it can be any better than this. Why can't a girl's first experience with sex be with an older man, so they can know what they can expect and work towards it? What you did to me, I don't think any boy of my age would think of doing."

"Yes, I didn't know if it would work for you. Some girls don't like it and for some it works very well. I don't actually have any experience with girls as young as you, so I didn't know how you would take it."

His dick finally slipped out of me. I turned round and sat down on the couch. He remained standing , looking out over the sea as if in deep thought. He looked down at me,

"I should have asked you if you used any protection. Not that it mattered because I have been vasectomised , but I should have let you know so as not to worry you." He said it in a neutral manner. He seemed to treat me as his equal now, not somebody thirty years younger.

I was looking at his body. His dick was now relaxed. It looked long the way it was hanging. He looked like a real man. A man who knew how to please a woman. I would love to repeat this performance, or to learn more from him. He must have read my thoughts.

"As much as I would love to continue this relationship with you Jenny, I hope you realise that we can't. I won't say we have to forget this night, I am sure neither of us would be able to, but we have to pretend it didn't happen. It wouldn't lead to anything that either of us could use for anything in the long run."

"I know, but I wish we could," I said dreamily "You could teach me so much, make me feel like a woman, not like a sex hungry teenager. And I could keep your sex life alive. You are right, had we been strangers meeting at the disco, it would have been different, but because of Mary-Ann and Edith it wouldn't work."

"If you had seen me at the disco, you would never have looked at me twice. If it wasn't for the fact that I saw you in the kitchen, knew that you were looking for sex and asked you out here, this would never have happened".

I blushed when I realised he had seen me in the kitchen and had set me up.

"I know what you think now, Jenny, that I tricked you. And you are right, but you were driving me to it. I know you go into the dunes at night. I have followed you some nights. I know you like playing with the thought of being watched. In the last ten years I have never been so aroused as I have been because of you. I just had to know what it was like, and I so desperately wanted to make it good for you."

I felt numb. Cheated. But then I thought of him watching me in the dunes. I got all hot again. I reached out and took his dick in my hand.

"I can't believe you watched me in the dunes. That is so embarrassing., but tell me, what did you do as you watched me?" I had to know. The thought of a guy watching me and maybe masturbating while watching got me all hot again.

"I think you know that," he said with a smile as I felt his dick jerk in my hand. "And now we have to go to bed. This has been quite an experience for me and I need my beauty sleep. You just need your sleep, you can't get any more beautiful."

"Okay, and thanks. I guess I should be angry with you, but I can't be. Next time I go into the dunes, I will dream of you hiding and jerking off while watching me. Maybe I will give you a hint so you know when to come," I said jokingly.

"Don't worry, I'll know." He grabbed his clothes and went down the stairs to his room without bothering to put them on. I heard his door close underneath the terrace floorboards.

I sat a bit, shaking my head disbelievingly. Had this really happened to me? I noticed it was almost light now. For a few minutes I enjoyed sitting all naked in the emerging dawn, dreaming of the night. Then I finally got up, slung the kimono over my arm, not bothering to put it on, and made my way to the outhouse, hoping I could now sleep.

Chapter Seven

I am afraid this experience ruined my last days with Jorgen. I was frustrated that he couldn't bring me off like Harry did. I tried to manoeuvre myself into positions where he had free access to my asshole, but he never took the opportunity and I was too shy or embarrassed to ask for it. I ended up just making love with him, because I knew we only had a few days left anyway, and I couldn't get myself to tell him that I didn't fancy him anymore. It wasn't that I didn't like him as a person, I just felt like I needed to move on to new experiences, and he couldn't give me those any more.

He left on a Wednesday. I actually felt relieved, but also strangely frustrated. My parents were going to come and pick me up on Sunday for our joint holidays. I doubted I would get an opportunity to be with any guys with them around. Mary-Ann was going to leave on Saturday morning. Her mother was going with her to Sweden for a week to visit relatives and then return to Jutland to spend the rest of the vacation with Harry and Mary-Ann.

On Friday night we went to the disco; Mary-Ann and Soren were enjoying their last night together. Soren would be gone by the time Mary-Ann returned with her mother. I felt lost without Jorgen and regretted my feelings about him leaving. Soren's friends, for a change, were being nice to me. We danced and I got more drunk that night than I had done on any of the other nights.

"You must be terribly frustrated," Soren said when we finally had a chance to dance. "Third night and no sex. You are sure you don't fancy a quickie out back?"

"How do you know I have had no sex?" I asked teasingly.

"Because you are leaning harder against me than you used to. You look like somebody hungry for a quick fuck. Aren't you?"

"Even if I were, there isn't anything you could do about it." I was craving for it and he knew it. I was wet, rubbing up against him. I didn't know what was wrong with me, it was bad letting him know how I felt.

"If you can wait till tomorrow night, I will do something about it." He sounded genuinely concerned. I know he would fuck anything that came along his way, but for a change he actually made me feel wanted for more than just an opportunity for a fuck. I looked up at him. He hadn't even tried to touch me or check if I was wearing panties. Which, by the way, I was.

"I don't even know if I am going to come down here tomorrow." I had this dream that I might be able to persuade Harry to spend the night with me now that it was only the two of us in the cottage.

"I want you to come." He managed to make it come out as if he really wanted me to. I was thinking of Mary-Ann who hadn't even left, and already her boyfriend was trying to make arrangement with another girl. And that girl even being her best friend.

"Soren," I said shaking my head, "you are just too much."

"I know. And when you do come, wear your short dress and no panties." He pressed me against him and I could clearly feel a large hard dick digging into me.

The music stopped and I reluctantly felt him move away. I don't think Mary-Ann noticed anything, but she certainly monopolised Soren for the rest of the evening. When we finally left the disco, Soren presented her with a large necklace of local amber. Mary-Ann was genuinely pleased, and Soren and his friends were all touched when she started to cry and cling to Soren. I was disgusted with myself when I realised I was feeling jealous.

When we finally made it home I resisted an urge to go to the dunes and just went to bed, telling myself I was reserving my excitement for the encounter with Harry I was hoping for.

The next morning we got up early to drive Mary-Ann to the train station. We didn't speak much on the way there. Mostly Harry spoke about practicalities regarding the trip to Sweden and when they would be back. Mary-Ann and I wished each other a good holiday, whispering to each other that we both hoped the other one would find new boyfriends and get fucked dumb, as Mary-Ann elegantly expressed it.

I don't think Harry and I exchanged more than ten words during the thirty minutes ride back. We were both very conscious of the other night and the fact that we were now alone.

When we got back, I went to the beach and stayed there until early afternoon when hunger finally forced me back to the cottage. I was so nervous. I showered to wash off the salt water and went out to the little courtyard where Harry was already eating. It had taken me five minutes to decide if I should go out there without a top on. All of a sudden it seemed wrong, but I wanted him tonight and thought by not wearing a top it was more likely to get me what I wanted.

Harry didn't hide that he was looking at me.

"For some reason you look even more pretty than before the other night," he said staring unashamedly at me.

I blushed, feeling silly, but at the same time noticed my nipples had got hard. I wished I knew how he felt about me, whether I should feel aroused or silly. Right now I was feeling a bit of both.

We ate in peace. Then we cleared the table and he went to sit in a big garden chair in the shade. I went and sat next to him.

"Harry, I don't know how to say this," I started, but didn't continue.

"I only know of one way and that is from the beginning," he said kindly, after he realised I couldn't get started.

"After the other night," I picked up the courage to say, "I have felt such a desire to be with you again. You made me feel so good. I know you said we couldn't continue, but please, could we not just be together tonight, the only night when it would be possible, and then I promise never again?"

"Jennifer, you know I would love to, but I just can't do it. Not to Edith, nor to Mary-Ann, you or even myself." He seemed determined. Meanwhile I was getting desperate. I was also becoming so excited. I got up and stood in front of him so he could watch me.

"But we are not talking about anything lasting. I just want to feel as good as I did the other night. I want you to show me what more I can expect. I . . . " I knew I wasn't getting through. But I was so hot. I put my hands on my breasts, cupping them, rubbing them. My nipples were on fire. I looked at him to see his reaction. He was watching me intensely. I had a picture of him in the dunes watching me. I wanted him to watch me again. I quickly bend down and slipped my bikini thong off.

"You say you like to watch me, why is that okay if we can't do it again?" I asked, as I was touching my breast with one hand and rubbing my hand on the lower part of my belly, aching to lower my hand.

"I can explain to myself that what happened last night was driven by a sudden impulse and that I couldn't stop it. If we do it again it would be premeditated, and I couldn't look Edith in the eye again." He was short of breath and I could see his shorts moving.

I sat on the edge of the table spreading my legs. His eyes moved from by breasts to my pussy. I slowly let my hands rest over it, shielding it teasingly from his view. Then I split the lips open with my fingers. He was breathing heavily.

The tent in his trousers was growing. He groaned and tried to press it down with his hand. The touch however, just seemed to make his dick grow even harder. I wanted it out, I wanted it into me.

My other hand found the area around my clit. I was just going to show it to him, but the touch made me shiver, and I couldn't help rubbing myself.

"Is this what you have seen me do in the dunes?" I knew it was, but wanted a reaction from him.

"Well, as much as you could see in the dark with only a bit of moonlight." He was staring at the action, while he was rubbing himself through his shorts.

"Then do what you do in the dunes, and I'll do what I do," I said, as I speeded up. I looked challengingly at him. I kept rubbing. There was something so acutely exciting about doing it here like this. I had never seen him in the dunes, even though I had imagined and hoped he was there. Now I knew he was and that he was watching me. To my surprise he lifted himself off the couch and slipped down his shorts. He dick jumped out. It was larger than I remembered it. I let go of myself and jumped over to him.

"Jenny, no," he said firmly, and pushed me back. I sat back on the table, frustrated and confused. But then he started to stroke himself while he kept looking at me. I looked on in fascination. I had never seen a guy masturbate. The thought that he was doing that because he had become so excited watching me, got me all hot again. I sat all the way up on the table and spread my legs. I almost couldn't concentrate on playing with myself with the fascination of watching him. I rubbed myself, more as a show for him than for my own pleasure. He was now pumping it hard. He was staring at me the whole time, but I could tell from his facial expression that he was about to come. I stopped rubbing myself, staring at him. His speed was unbelievable, I didn't know a hand could move so quickly. Suddenly he jerked back in the seat, but continued for a few more quick strokes. Then a long, strong jet of semen shot out of his dick, almost reaching the table where I sat. A few smaller jets hit his legs. Then he sat back up, just carefully stroking his jerking dick, which kept producing a small pool of semen on his stomach. I got off the table and went over to him.

"Was that what you did when you were watching me in the dunes?" I asked as I bend down and wiped a bit of semen of his dick. It jerked when I touched it.

"Yes, except I had to be sure not to make a sound," he said looking at me as I licked my finger. It tasted salty.

"I wish I had been able to watch you while you did it".

"Well now you have. And we shouldn't have done this either." He shook his head looking guilty, as if he couldn't believe what he had just done.

"Does that mean you are absolutely sure we won't be doing anything tonight? You could even take me out to a restaurant, or we could go dancing." I was trying anything.

"What I am going to do now, is to drive over to a sailor friend of mine in Frederikshavn and get drunk, and not return until tomorrow morning, so that I won't be tempted," he said with new resolve.

I guess I realised when I was beaten. I got off the table and retrieved my bikini bottom and left for my room. I had another shower, resolving to not play with myself. I was going to suffer. I put on the bikini top and bottoms, and went out only to find that Harry had done exactly what he promised. He was nowhere to be found, the door to his room locked and his car gone. I went and sat in the sun enjoying the last bit of the sunshine, half sleeping and dreaming of the experience I had just had with Harry, and the night I might have had. Imagine a guy doing that, and still not wanting me. So frustrating.

Chapter Eight

I spent the evening cooking a light meal for myself out of what was left in the kitchen. At around nine I went to the almost deserted beach for a nude swim, enjoying the cool air on my naked body as I ran all the way back to the house with my bikini in my hand, fortunately meeting nobody, but also not really caring much about it.

I changed into the dress Soren had requested, knowing very well he would know what was up the moment he saw me in it. I didn't care. I was frustrated from thinking about him for the last four weeks, and I was dying to feel his allegedly huge dick inside me. I didn't care what he thought of me, this was the last night anyway. I had a good number of swallows of Harry malt whisky before I left. It was almost dark as I crossed the heathery dunes on the way to the disco. I felt great. The dress kept lifting in the light breeze, and I let it, knowing it was showing my bare bottom. Unfortunately there was nobody to look at it.

As expected, Soren only looked at me once, then he knew. He jumped up and came over to me. He took me up to the bar and got me a drink. Talked only small talk. Didn't mention Mary-Ann or Jorgen. He looked around to make sure nobody could hear us.

"Jennifer, have you done what I told you?" he asked hesitantly, as if he couldn't believe it. It would have been easy for him to find out, but I guess he wanted me to say it.

"Yeah," I said. "I don't care what happens tonight. Just make me feel good."

"I will sweetheart, I will. So much, you will never forget it."

I shivered. I was getting hot and wet already. I couldn't believe I had just given myself to him like that. But I really meant it. The things he had done to me over these four weeks had been in the back of my head whenever I masturbated or even when I made love to Jorgen. I had to let this evolve and find out why I felt like this.

He took my hand and led me back to his table. His friends were cheering him. "Way to go, Soren", "Another one bites the dust" and more like that. He just smiled and told them to shut up while we got seated on the bench seat.

I snuggled up against him, knowing that my dress would slide half-open. Soren put a hand around my shoulder. I turned round to kiss him. I felt his hand on my shoulder, but it was a kiss I wanted so badly. I had been dreaming about this for so long. Only when I felt the material of the dress move at my shoulder did I realise that he was pulling the dress open. I tried to pull away, but his other hand was around my head, holding me tight for the kiss I desperately wanted. He stopped the kiss long enough to whisper:

"Just sit still. I told them what I had asked you to wear yesterday. I didn't actually believe you would do it, and neither did they.

I felt the material move off the shoulder. I could have lifted my hand and put it around his neck, which would have prevented the dress from falling down, but I didn't. I wondered how much they could see. My kiss was getting hungry. Soren's hand left my head, but now I didn't want to stop the kiss. The hand slid down my front under my breast in one move, clearing the last of the material away. I pulled away from the kiss, but didn't try to stop Soren. I looked down myself. The shoulder strap was hanging halfway down my arm, the material forced aside, completely baring one of my breasts, while the nipple of the other was just peeking out. I looked up and saw the guys staring at me disbelievingly with open mouths. I let them look for another few seconds, then I pulled the dress back up.

"Have you won the bet now?" I asked, slightly mockingly.

"No, not until we've fucked".

"Well then you might not win anyway," I teased him.

"But you have already promised I could do anything," he reminded me.

"Uhm, I know I did, I certainly did."

"Did you really mean that? You are not just teasing? What do you mean by *anything*?" I would have thought that anything was a quite clear invitation, but maybe he just wanted me to say that too.

"I think I pretty much do mean anything. I have, for some reason, been really turned on by the things you have done to me over the last weeks. If you want to make love to me, I would very much consider that part of anything. I just don't want to get hurt." I was still thinking with a certain amount of fear of the size of his dick, which Mary-Ann had probably exaggerated, but which she had complained sometimes hurt her.

He didn't answer, he just grabbed my hand a pulled me out on the dancing floor.

It didn't bother us that the music was playing a fast song. We snuggled up and went our own pace. He kissed me hungrily. It took no time for his hand to move the dress aside and play with my breasts. I looked around and noticed several people staring at us. I just closed my eyes and leant my forehead against Soren's chest, not wanting to stand so close to him that he didn't have free access. If this was part of the *anything* I had promised him, so be it.

After a while however, he pulled me close.

"I am just getting such a hard-on," he admitted. "Mary-Ann was fun to be with, but she was always showing off her breasts so seeing them was nothing special. Looking at yours is so much more exciting. You know it is a sexual game, not just fooling around. That is why the guys didn't believe it, when I said you would come with no underwear. Now I regret telling them about it. It should have been something only between you and me."

"Don't worry, I don't mind." I really didn't; in a strange way I found it exciting.

"It is just that my feelings for you have changed. I thought you were a stuck-up little bitch, and I enjoyed playing with you, knowing that even if you were with Jorgen, there was more in you that he could see or give you. Now I don't feel like teasing you. I feel like exploring that little slut inside you, let you get it out and tell me what you really want. If you tell me your feelings I will try to go along with you. Don't hold yourself back. Let me know what you feel."

"God, why couldn't Jorgen have spoken to me like that. With him I felt so guilty about my feelings, with you it seems okay." It really did.

"Tell my your deepest secret desires, I promise I won't tell, but I'll help you make them come true." He sounded as though he really meant it. I felt it as though it was a challenge, like truth or dare. This was a question of daring to tell the truth. I was drunk and excited enough to take up the challenge.

"Okay, I . . . " It was so difficult to get the words out. "I think I might be a bit of an exhibitionist. I actually enjoyed it when your friends were watching us just now. Sometimes when I made love to Jorgen in the dunes, I was secretly hoping you would happen to come by and be standing there watching me." I stopped, hesitated.

"I would have liked to watch you, but not with Jorgen..." he said in a way that made me believe he really had wanted to watch, but was jealous of Jorgen. I had a picture in my mind of him watching us in the dunes, and went all hot and tingly.

"Once we made love on the beach. People were approaching. I didn't want Jorgen to stop, as I was getting more and more excited by the thought they might be watching. At night I would go out in the dunes, sit in the sand and play with myself, dreaming that somebody might be watching." I couldn't get myself to tell him about Harry. I felt like telling him what I felt like, but there was a limit.

"Honestly, I think girls often feel like that," Soren said, much to my surprise. "It makes them feel wanted, desirable, knowing that people watch them and get excited from it. But I think there are very few of them who have the nerve to go through with it, and most of them won't even admit to themselves that they feel like that. I think they generally fear getting into situations which might lead further than they dare to let themselves go."

Was that what I felt? Did it make me feel good knowing for instance that Soren's friends were all getting excited from watching me? That they were dreaming that they were the ones sitting with me? Certainly, the thought that Harry might have been so excited from watching me in the dunes that he was masturbating while looking at me, had got me highly excited. Probably Soren was right.

"But I want to be able to pretend that I don't know about people watching. I don't think I could do it if I knew they were aware I was doing it for their benefit. I don't think I could be a porn star or perform in a live show. It is not that kind of displaying myself that I find exciting." I was as much talking to myself as I was to Soren. I had never really allowed myself to think such thoughts before.

"But you didn't mind me touching you as you were dancing with Jorgen, even though I obviously knew you were aware of what I was doing, and that you accepted it." He stopped, as if thinking about what he had just said. "That was just so arousing, knowing you were standing there accepting it. I was so frustrated."

"I was so mad with myself for allowing you to do it, but I got so hot from it, I couldn't help it." I was getting very aroused by this conversation.

"I know you were, and it just made you more desirable," he said with a face as if in pain. "What do you feel like doing now? I can't wait to take you outside."

I thought for a second.

"I don't think you have proven to your friends that I am not wearing any panties," I groaned, I couldn't believe I had just said that.

He steered us in the direction of their table. The floor was quite full of other dancing couples, but it was a bit less crowded in the corner where their table was. When we were there we danced to a fast dance, Soren twisting me around, obviously enjoying the sight of my breasts swinging loose under the thin material of the dress. When the next slow dance came up, he pulled me close. I put my arms around his neck, knowing the dress would ride up high when I did that. He kissed me, passionately, hungrily. Then I felt his hands on my bum, pressing me against him. He was really hard. Then, slowly I felt his hands slide up my back, knowing he was pulling up the dress at the same time. I couldn't tell how high, but I thought high enough to show I wasn't wearing any panties. I was thinking of the guys. Some of them were sitting with girls they had picked up for the evening. I spread my legs a little. I couldn't help it. Pushed my bum out a bit. Soren ran his hands all the way up my back, before he let go of the dress. I shivered, knowing that the bottom of the dress must have been all the way up to my waist.

"Touch me!" I wanted to feel his hands on my naked bum.

He didn't lift the dress this time, just slipped a hand up under it. From the way I was standing he had easy access. I jumped and squeezed him hard as I felt his fingers playing with my wet pussy lips. As he was reaching from behind, he couldn't get all the way up to the clit. I stood on my toes, kissing him, but it was still no good. I moaned in frustration.

"Turn around," he said.

I let go of him and danced a bit away from him. Then I turned around and leant up against him, rubbing against his dick. I had my eyes almost closed, but I made sure I could still see the guys watching us. It wasn't just Soren's friends. The neighbouring tables were also more or less openly staring at us. I put my arms behind me grabbing Soren's dick. What was I doing here? I thought to myself. I should be outside, feeling that 'thing' inside me. But now Soren was bending his head down, kissing my forehead. I leant my head back against him. His hands were on my shoulders. I felt them slide inwards along my collarbone. I knew where they were headed. Down the middle of my chest, pulling the material apart on the way. Once they reached as far down as the opening in front would allow, they separated, going to my sides, opening up the dress.

Through my half-closed eyes I saw one of the girls give a guy an elbow in his side, trying to get his attention away from me. I was holding on to Soren's dick as if my life depended on it. One hand cupped one of my exposed breasts, while the other one continued down my front. I knew I had asked for this, but it was almost too much. I really couldn't claim not to be aware that people were watching. But as Soren's hand got to the hem and lifted it enough so that his hand could slide up between my legs, I forgot all about them. From this position he could easily reach my clit. I almost collapsed, bending forward a bit. Had it not been for Soren's hand on my breast I think I would have fallen flat on my face. That brought me to my senses. I quickly turned round, as if I had only just realised how exposed I was.

"Oh, shit, I so much want you to touch me, but I can't relax. Let's go outside." I am sure that was the signal he had been waiting for all evening. He held on to my hand, stopping me long enough to whisper to his best friend that he would be outside for a while. Then he quickly led us outside.

I really hadn't thought much about the next step, just wanting to get to the beach. But Soren led me over to the parking lot right behind the disco.

"I can't be bothered with the beach, I want you now," he said determinedly.

He took me past a couple of rows down the lot. I saw his car. I had seen it before. A standard car made into a beach car, by raising it and putting huge tires on it. We went to the other side of it, so it shielded us a bit from the disco lights. We were still quite close to the disco, but I was so desperate, that I didn't mind where we did it. Soren held me tight and kissed me hard. In two seconds he had his hand up the front of my dress and a finger inside me. I almost screamed as he hit my clit. I fell back against the car looking down my front to where Soren had lifted up the dress and was now expertly playing with me. He guided me a bit to the side so I was up against the front fender of the car. Then he lifted the dress up around my waist and in the same movement lifted me up onto the hood of the car. It felt very cold against my bare bum. I sat on the edge, spreading my legs around him as I pulled him all the way up against me.

His hands had never left my sides. They were sliding the dress further up while he kissed me.

"How do you feel?" he asked me.

"Umm, great," I answered truthfully.

"How are your exhibitionist tendencies? Is this close enough to risk being seen?" His hands now had the dress up so high that they had free access to my breasts.

"Yeah, just fuck me now," I said with desperation in my voice. I was trying to undo his belt. I wasn't really thinking of spectators, I was thinking of his dick.

"What if anybody could see us now?" he asked. "Would that turn you on even more?" I had his belt open and the top button undone and was working on the zip. I didn't quite know if he was just teasing me.

"I don't care. I mean, maybe. I guess so." I had his trousers down and was yanking at his shorts to get them past his dick, which was in the way.

"Good, because, I told my friends we were going out here. It was part of the bet that I had to prove you wanted me to fuck you. I didn't know how to prove it, until you said you liked the idea of people watching".

I had his dick out. It was indeed very long. I couldn't see how long, but it felt much longer than Jorgen's or Harry's, and so much fatter. What Soren said just slowly penetrated my mind, which was focussed on his dick. When it did I froze and tried to turn around.

"Don't turn around. Remember what you said about pretending not to know." I remembered very well, but these were not strangers. I would find it very difficult to face them again knowing they had seen me being fucked by their friend. But then again, this was the last night. I just might never see any of them again. How excited I had got from the thought of Harry watching me masturbate. How would I feel knowing the guys were watching me being fucked? I didn't turn around. Instead I grabbed his dick harder and pulled it towards me.

"Did you also let them watch when you fucked Mary-Ann?" I asked wickedly.

"Mary-Ann wasn't into experimental sex. I think even running around topless at beach volley and letting the guys grab her didn't get her really sexually excited. She just liked the power she had over the guys watching her."

As he spoke he lifted my dress all the way over my head and flung it aside. I suddenly felt very naked sitting like that. I shivered and wanted to lean against him, but he pushed me back.

"I want to watch you as I fuck you," he said guiding me back so I was leaning on my elbows.

I didn't want to turn around. Let them watch. All I could think about was the dick hovering in front of my pussy. I kept looking at him as I sensed him moving closer. Just a slight feeling of his dick against my pussy lips and I jerked. I realised it was partly the excitement, but also a bit of fear of what it would feel like. As I felt the head trying to get in, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him against me. Slowly I felt him entering me. So far no pain. He was taking his time. Slow and careful thrusts each going a bit deeper. It was quite a different sensation to either Jorgen or Harry. This was much more intense. Very physical.

As Soren picked up speed, I started to shake so I couldn't rest on my elbows. I leant back and lowered myself down, lying flat on my back on the top of the hood of the car. I grabbed hold of my breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each thrust. I couldn't help squeezing my nipples, which had become very sensitive. I almost came from the touch, but then I stopped and concentrated on watching Soren. His face was contorted as if he was being tortured. I guess with the size of the dick inside me, it should have been me looking like that. But then again, maybe I did. But I didn't feel in pain, just incredibly expanded and filled, but in a nice way, which quickly gave me the first tingling sensation of an oncoming orgasm. I grabbed my nipples again, and as if on clue; Soren ran a finger down my lower belly to my clit, which he started to caress and rub in the same rhythm as his thrusts, emphasising the feeling of each deep penetration. Only when Soren's other hand gently covered my mouth did I realise that I was making loud noises. I was grateful for his hand, because I found that I couldn't stop making noises. Suddenly he slowed down and stopped.

"Jennifer," he started, slightly embarrassed and out of breath, "are you ...?"

"Ohhh, don't stop. Yes, I am on the pill, don't worry. Just don't stop." I really didn't want him to stop now, but I was terribly pleased that he had asked. Not even Harry had bothered with that.

It seemed as though these few seconds had given Soren a second wind. He plunged back into me with such force that I almost slid across the hood and had to cling to him with my legs. He had his fingers on my clit and mouth again, soon going at an incredible speed, which I knew meant he was getting close. I rubbed my nipples intensively, and was rewarded with the rushing feeling in the lower part of my belly, indicating that I was close as well. The car was rocking, reminding me of the old bumper sticker 'If this van is rocking, don't bother knocking'. I always seem to think about something irrelevant just as I am coming. Even this time. My stomach contracted. I bent and rested on my elbows watching as Soren took a few long hard thrusts, bending his head back and then collapsing over me, while his fingers brought me over the top as well. I put my arms around him and clung to him as the orgasm hit me in full force. I thought it would never end. He was slowly gliding in and out of me, the semen lubricating me so well that the feeling was diminished to just a sensation amplifying my orgasm, without disturbing it. Finally I fell back on the car, pulling him to me. We kissed passionately for a long time. Then suddenly I remembered about his friends.

"Ohhh no, Soren, please stop." I tried to free myself from him, but he didn't let go. "Your friends. I don't like it any more. Tell them to go away." It wasn't so much that they were watching, suddenly my feelings for Soren were completely different , ones which I didn't feel like sharing.

"They were never here for real. It was just something I told you because you said that would excite you. I don't want them to see you like this. This sight is reserved for me." He stood a bit back watching me. He slowly pulled out of me. I felt very empty and sat up pulling him back to me, kissing him.

"I know I said that. And in a way it excited me to think they were there. But I am so pleased they are not really. I just want to be yours." I clung to him and kissed him in between every other word.

"Come on, let's go back in again, before anybody really sees us," he said, quite sensibly, I thought.

I put the dress back on while Soren pulled his shorts back up.

Back in the disco, all Soren's friends knew perfectly well what had happened. Even if they hadn't guessed after our sudden departure, I am sure that written in big letters all over us was: 'We just fucked!'.

I didn't mind what they thought. They were out of my dream. I knew my dress rode high when I danced again with Soren, and as the evening wore on and his friends danced with me, I just politely moved their hands away when they tried to touch my breasts or bum. Now all I had in my head was Soren. How had I ever felt him rude and annoying? He was warm, passionate, unselfish and willing to help me feel my best. Certainly he hadn't just thought of himself when we fucked as May-Ann had complained.

When the disco closed we went outside. I couldn't let go of Soren.

"Soren, I think I have the cottage to myself tonight. Can't you come back with me?" I whispered, as his friends were breaking up at the parking lot.

"I sure can, if you want me to." No hesitation, but a honest straight reply making me feel really wanted.

"I do. Very much." No reason to hide my feelings either.

We left the car in the parking lot and walked across the dunes towards the cottage. When we were close enough to see that Harry's car had not returned, I ran a bit ahead of him, turned round and pulled my dress over my head. Soren sprinted up to me, caught me and while he kissed me I pulled off his shirt and shorts. We walked the last bit up to the cottage stark naked, me holding his re-awakening dick and him with an arm around my shoulder, grabbing my breast. As soon as we were inside on the bed, we were at it again. When we both had reached our respective climaxes we fell asleep.

I woke again when I could see the dawn breaking. I woke Soren.

"You can't sleep now. We only have a few hours left." I pulled him up from the bed. He was still half-asleep.

"Lets go outside," I commanded him. He obediently followed.

We walked through the main house to the balcony. I stood looking out over the forest and the sea, which was now becoming quite clear in the emerging daylight. There was a slight mist over the ground. I shivered. Then I felt Soren's arms around me and his hard dick pushing into my back. I pushed him half a step backwards so I could lean on the rail, and soon he entered me from behind, like Harry had done. I had to experience that sensation again.

"Soren, would you do something for me?" I asked without much hesitation, feeling completely relaxed and open in discussing sexual preferences with him.

"Anything," was his only answer. I reached behind and grabbed his hand. I placed it on my bum, then sliding it sideways and down to my asshole. I then grabbed a finger and squeezed it against my asshole. As his finger touched it, I made a sound indicating that was what I wanted. I let go of his hand. The finger slowly caressed the area around the asshole, picking up moisture and lubrication from my wet pussy. I spread my legs as much as possible, waiting in anticipation. It wasn't long before I felt the pressure increase and finally a finger slip inside. This time the sound which escaped me was real pleasure. We stood like that for a while as I enjoyed the feeling of the double penetration and his slow, rhythmic deep thrusts.

After a while he slowed down and to my disappointment he slipped out of me.

"Lets go down to the dune where you say you were dreaming of me watching you with Jorgen," he said.

We walked across the misty, heather-covered dunes to the plantation and down towards the water, following the narrow path through the trees. When we came to the small clearing, Soren wanted to know where we had made love. He told me to sit on my knees facing the path. He wanted me to spread my legs as if I were sitting on top of Jorgen. He knelt behind me, took one of my hands and placed it on my clit.

"Now play with yourself. Imagine you are sitting on top of Jorgen and I will go to the path and see what I would have seen had I come by when you were fucking." He ran over to the path and disappeared out of sight. I used my other hand to play with a nipple. I had a flash picture in my mind of Harry watching me. But my favourite dream was blurred and the picture was replaced with one where Soren was standing on the path watching me. This was no dream however, and the feeling was so real. I could see him so clearly. His dick was standing straight out in front of him and he was gently stroking it as he was standing there staring at me. He couldn't stand it for long and soon he came back.

"Jennifer, that would have been one hell of a sight," he said, out of breath.

He pulled me up and kissed me lovingly.

"Come, lets go and look at the beach," he suggested. It was getting quite light, even if it was no more than four in the morning. We hadn't brought any clothes along, but it wasn't likely to be a problem at that time of the morning. When we came to the last big dune, almost a small cliff overlooking the water with a drop of maybe 15-20 meters, we stopped at the edge looking over the sea. Again Soren moved up behind me, and soon we continued where we had left off at the balcony. I rested my hands on my knees while Soren took me from behind, a finger in my asshole and a hand on a breast until shortly before we both reached our orgasms, where he had to use both hands on my hips to hold me back so I wasn't pushed over the edge.

Afterwards we ran down the slope to the sea and went for a swim. It was cold but good. We ran back up the dunes through the forest and were back in bed before the sun got up.

Shortly after ten o'clock I woke with a start as I heard Harry's car return. I hurriedly woke Soren.

"Soren, I think it would be a really bad idea if Mary-Ann's father saw us to here together."

He looked around and realised he had no clothes. They were still out in the dunes where we dropped them last night. I quickly put on some other clothes as my dress from last night was out there as well, intending to go out and get the clothes before Harry returned, but as I entered the courtyard he was already there.

"Hi Jennifer," he said. "I am glad to see you are up so early. I have brought some breakfast rolls. Why don't you get us some coffee?"

As he went into he main building ahead of me I turned around and saw Soren slip naked out the window at the side of our building. That, unfortunately, was the last I ever saw of Soren. I had breakfast with Harry and when I returned to my bedroom later I found my dress curled up on the bed, with a small note written on the edge of a piece of newspaper, obviously the only paper Soren could find in his haste. All it said was: 'Thanks for an unforgettable experience. You are fantastic. Say hi to Mary-Ann - or perhaps better not! Love (really) Soren.'

I only barely had time to pack before my parents arrived a few hours later to pick me up.

Fortunately, I had a rather good vacation with my parents, which took my mind off the experiences of the summer and especially off Soren, even though that was hard. As expected I didn't find any boyfriends on the vacation. A few asked me out, but I just didn't think any could match the experiences I had recently had, and was afraid that a new relationship would be a total anticlimax.

However, after a few months back home I found another boyfriend. He lasted quite a while, and it was a mature and rewarding relationship. I had learned a lot about myself and knew what I wanted and this guy was more than willing to give it to me. I didn't have second thoughts or regrets about anything I had experienced that summer, but I am sure that a lot of my desires for exhibiting myself, for liking older guys, for having sex outdoors, and for anal stimulation, have their origin in the experiences of that summer.

I didn't have Soren's address, but Mary-Ann wrote to him later. I saw the note he returned. All it said was that he was happy with the good time they had had together, but that he was now back to his old life and found it too complicated to continue their relationship. A PS said "Say hi to your friend Jennifer". I felt empty inside.

END